Finding Faye:

by A. J. Andersen

  When I finally slide down her body and fit my shoulder back between her spread thighs she is completely lost to the pleasure. She arches, pressing up into me as my mouth settles over her hot mound and I firmly lick the seam of her pussy. Flattening my tongue against her, I lap at the dewy sweetness coating her lips over and over until her thighs are rigid under my hands. She is getting close. Chanting my name she digs her heels into the mattress and thrusts timidly against me.

  Smiling I sit up. Her eyes fly open with a small cry of protest. “Why did you stop?” she breathes.

  “I wasn’t ready for you to cum yet.” I tell her. My voice is rusty, like I haven’t spoken a word in years.

  “Well! I was!” she exclaims with a small huff. Her indignation almost making me chuckle.

  “So sorry,” I can’t help but smirk as she folds her arms over her breasts and moves to sit up. “Lie back down, baby,” I murmur, my hands returning to her slim thighs and pushing them wide again. “So pretty here,” I whisper, loving the sound of her moan above me as I softly stroke her with my fingertips.

  Locking my gaze on the damp rosy folds before me, I carefully spread her open revealing the firm little nub of her clit. She gasps in surprise at the sensation and I glance up. All of her attention is on where I have her spread open. Knowing she is watching makes my cock throb and leak more insistently. Ignoring it I lean close, inhaling deeply the sweet sugary scent of her arousal before sucking her little clit into my mouth and circling it with my tongue over and over.

  She shudders under me, her hips bucking under the slow assault. I drape a forearm over her hips, halting her motion as I slide my hand low, brushing against her entrance. She’s even wetter now, her slippery juices easing my way as I carefully work the tip of one finger into her tight sheath.

  Her walls clamp down immediately at my gentle invasion and she moans, her head tossing against the pillow and opening her legs farther. Encouraged by her enthusiastic response, I press deeper until I feel the slightest pop as the thin barrier of her virginity is broken. She doesn’t seem to even notice as she moans loudly and thrusts against my hard finger. Her inner walls flutter at the invasion, sucking me in deeper, until I’m surrounded by her wet, clinging heat. Fuuck! I wish it was my cock!

  I wait several long seconds, waiting for her to still. For her little virgin cunt to soften a little. I don’t want to hurt her. When it does, I slowly slide it out. Until just the just the very tip is still in her and she urges me on with inarticulate sounds of need. Gritting my teeth against my need to have her, I pump one finger, then two inside her clinging sheath. When she softens and goes liquid, I curl them forward, rubbing against the inside wall of her channel and her entire body stiffens. She screams my name as her pussy clenches down on my fingers. An instant later her release floods my hand.

  It’s the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen.

  “I can’t wait for you to do that on my cock,” I growl, glancing up at her face. I have to smile, even though part of me wants to cry in frustration.

  She is already passed out against the pillows, her hair a wanton tangle around her pale face.

  The drama of the last few days, followed by a screaming orgasm, have knocked her out. Gently sliding my finger from her clinging body, I bring it to my mouth and suck it into my mouth. Her flavor bursts against my taste buds and I can’t hold back a moan as I palm my shaft and I tuck her replete form under the covers. Watching her for long moments, my dick firmly in my fist, I retreat to the bathroom to take a shower and give myself a little relief.

  She needs her sleep… We have a long day tomorrow and I want her to be well rested the next time we are in bed together.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Faye

  Somewhere nearby there is an alarm going off. It isn’t mine, the sound is all wrong. I struggle through the haziness of slumber trying to find the source and shut it off. I’m surrounded by delicious warmth that entices me to snuggle back into the pillows and sleep some more. My entire body feels heavy and languid. I haven’t woken up so cozy and comfortable… ever, maybe? I’m face down in the softest pillow ever, and I just want to ignore the noise.

  “Morning, Sweetpea,” Travis’ sleep-roughened voice mumbles close to my ear. Sleepy, I turn toward it and realize that he is the source of the warmth that is making me so comfortable. I smile in the general direction of his voice.

  “Good morning,” I reply, starting to wake up a little more fully. Suddenly the memory of the previous day (and night) floods through my mind and I open my eyes, a self conscious smile on my face. The room is dark with the heavy shadows of early morning. The only light coming in through the windows pale and distant.

  “It’s still dark outside,” I whisper, cuddling closer to him and pulling the blanket up over my bare shoulder. I’m naked and the air outside of our little cocoon is chilly.

  “Almost six,” he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep as he pulls me tighter to his side. “Figured you might want to shower before we head out to get Ana.”

  I sigh, disappointed that we don’t have more time to stay in bed, I feel like I could stay here all day. Knowing that it’s important that we take Ana home I start to roll to the edge of the mattress. Travis looks like has already dozed back off, but the iron band of his arm around me tightens when I move to sit up.

  “We don’t have to go right this second,” he mumbles sleepily.

  Giving in to my need to be cuddled that I never knew that I had, I settle back against his side and stretch out, my feet sliding against his long legs. Laying still in his embrace, I’m aware of the rough texture of his chest hair against my nipples. The musky smell of sex tickles my nose. My thighs are deliciously sore from being spread wide around him last night. I like how it makes me feel… until every single thing from the previous night comes back to me.

  I can feel my cheeks lighting up and my chest tightening as I realize that I must have passed out in the middle of everything. I’m so lame! He must think that I am such a tease. I don’t even know how to apologize or if I even should. He doesn’t seem upset with me. Not yet, anyway.

  “Travis,” I whisper. “I need the bathroom.”

  This time when I pull away he lets me go and with tears stinging behind my eyes, I slide from the warmth of the bed and shiver in the cool air.

  Ducking my head a little, I keep my face angled away from him and, hugging my arms across my bare breasts, I hurry into the bathroom. I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. First I blurt out that I’m still a virgin and then… What kind of woman falls asleep in the middle of the hottest encounter of her life?

  Apparently I do.

  Disgusted with myself, I turn on the shower and step into the steamy spray, wishing I could wash away how stupid I feel. I teased and flirted with him for days! Offering myself any way that I knew how, and when he finally takes me up on my offer I fall asleep. Shit! How could I do that!? I feel even worse when I realize that, once again, I am crying.

  Feeling ridiculous, I center myself under the ribbons of hot water flowing from the rain shower head. If I wasn’t so miserable I would be enjoying it like I have every other morning since arriving here. Instead, I just stand there, letting it wash away my tears and the subtle aches in my body. I could stay in here forever, it feels so good. Plus, I feel like hiding out for a bit longer and this is as good a place for it as any.

  I’m looking around for my razor to shave my legs, when the glass door opens behind me. I spin around, my feet slipping on the wet tile floor as Travis steps inside, gathering me into his arms before I can fall.

  I gasp as my slick skin slides against his and he settles me against his chest. Not making any attempt to disguise his arousal from me. If the steely hardness of his cock pressing against my belly and the kisses he presses against my face are any indication, he isn’t at all upset about me crashing after the most intense climax of my life.

  Wilting with relief, I sag into him wrapping my arms around his hard
waist and leaning into his embrace, feeling the warm water flow over us both. As weird as it sounds, he’s the only family I have left. I’m so relieved that I didn’t mess things up between us, even though I left him hanging last night. I’ve always heard that leading a guy on and then not following through with sex was the quickest way to get dumped, but with Travis that doesn’t seem to be the case at all. I still feel the need to apologize though.

  “I’m so sorry that I passed out on you last night,” I babble. He pauses his kisses and pulls away from me. I glance up unable to stop myself from blushing. Again. What is wrong with me?

  I’ve daydreamed about this for ages—well, maybe not exactly this, but I never thought it would actually happen. Sliding one hand up into my hair and one down my back, he gives me that grin, the one I was never able to forget, and pats my naked ass cheek.

  “Babe, no man minds making his girl come so hard that she passes out.” He winks, leaning back in to put his lips back against my skin. Happiness wells up inside me. I can’t stop the bubble of laughter that bursts out of my mouth. Tipping his chin up in a cocky way he grins again, his eyes sparkling with good humor. “It just means I did my job right.”

  Still giggling, I return his smile and let him pull me back against him. Placing a loud kiss on the top of my wet head he steps back, framing my face with his wide palms. Water flows over the prominent ridges of his muscles, snatching my attention to where it runs down his body in streams.

  He chuckles low in his throat. “All teasing aside, Faye, you needed the sleep and I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

  “You didn’t,” I rush to assure him. “I don’t even remember feeling tired…” My words trail off. I am so out of my element talking about this and don’t know what else to say. He made me feel so good and then the next thing I knew I was waking up beside him this morning. I didn’t think I was tired, but I have also never had an orgasm like that before.

  Still cradling my face, he leans toward me until his lips brush back and forth over mine. When mine part on a whisper of breath he glides the point of his tongue over them before retreating again. “It’s okay Faye. How about a do-over when we get to Vegas?”

  All I can do is nod. That sounds amazing to me. Staring up into his blue eyes, I promise myself that no matter what I will not fall asleep in the middle of something so perfect ever again.

  I smile my agreement and press up on my toes, placing a kiss of my own on his stubbly jaw. “Do we have to wait?” I ask, my words shy. Uncertain.

  His eyes widen with surprise at my bold words, or maybe it’s lust, as I turn to reach for his shampoo. I can shave my legs later, when we get to Vegas. Travis gently takes the bottle from my hand, turning me so that my back is to him as he pours some into his hands and begins lathering my hair.

  “Yes, babe. We have to wait. When I get you under me again I’m going to take my time with you. Kiss every damn inch of your luscious body. We don’t have time this morning for what I pan to do with you.”

  My core clenches at the erotic promise in his voice and I can’t stop my sigh as I relax beneath his fingers as they massage my scalp and trail down to rub away the tightness in my neck and shoulders.

  Travis

  She is so unbelievably, fucking perfect. I just can’t get over how easy it is to be with her. Falling asleep with her naked body cradled against mine, was life altering. I don’t think I will ever be able to sleep again without her in my arms.

  I can’t help but feel like we have always been together like this. Like we are a couple and have always been one. It’s like we didn’t start out as kids in the same messed-up house where her mom and Brad wanted us to act like siblings. Or cousins, at the very least.

  I never wanted her to be my sister. Not even when she was a little girl. She has always just been precious to me. My very best friend. I’ve always told her everything. All my hopes and dreams. Even things I never told Blake.

  Having her back in my life feels amazing.

  It’s only been a few days, but it’s like a lost piece of my soul was returned and I never even knew that it was missing. I don’t know how I have been surviving without her. I already know that if I lost her again I would burn the world down searching for her. I’m reasonably sure I wouldn’t survive losing her a second time.

  I need to hurry us through the rest of the shower. No good can come from us being wet and naked together. Well, actually a lot of good can come from it, but not when we have to pick up Blake in less than thirty minutes. Knowing that still doesn’t stop me from pressing kisses to her neck and shoulders when I should be getting myself cleaned up.

  I have to stay a full step back from her, which is a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because I couldn’t stand to have her soft body pressing against me without carrying her to the bed and losing myself inside of her. The curse? Keeping her at even a small distance means that I can’t help but see every lean line of her body. The sweet curve of her hips and ass right in front of me every fucking time I open my eyes or lower them from the ceiling.

  Reaching down with a guilty glance to where Faye has her foot up on the built-in bench while she soaps her legs, I reach my soapy hand down over my abs and fist my pounding cock, stroking it a couple times. I’m so hard I know I could blow my load with just a couple more tugs. My eyes devour the little glimpse of the pink lips between her thighs that I can see. I stroke harder, my balls tightening and my spine tingling. A strangled moan breaks loose from my throat and her eyes fly up to mine, widening in shock as she watches as I jack my cock harder under her watchful gaze until, with a guttural roar, ropes of cum blast out of my dick, splashing onto the tile before washing down the drain.

  Her breath is choppy and her chest heaving in time with mine as I release my still stiff shaft. Her tongue peeks out from her lips, gliding over them. Her eyes are focused on my dick.

  “Sorry, baby,” I rasp. “I couldn’t look at you another second without coming.”

  Her cheeks darken and she looks away from my length guiltily . “That’s okay,” she whispers.

  It’s so easy to forget how new she is to this. To me. To us. There is so much I want to say to her, to do to her, but now is not the time.

  Blake is waiting impatiently on his porch when we pull into his driveway. We aren’t very late. Well, maybe a little. After I sent Faye to get dressed I was hard again and, rather than suffer from blue balls the entire trip to Vegas, I thought taking care of business again was a decent idea.

  It wasn’t.

  Having her clean smell permeating my truck, seeing her in the seat beside me, is making me hard all over again. I can’t wait to get her to Vegas. I’m going to take her somewhere nice for dinner before I make love to her all night with the city lights reflecting off her skin.

  It isn’t until we have Blake on board and are driving across town to Ana’s little apartment that the premonition I had days ago comes back. It’s just a nagging feeling of something not being right. That I need to be on my toes.

  Nothing can happen to Faye, not when I have just found her.

  Blake seems a little on edge this morning as well, but he might just be pissed that I was late picking him up. He hates being late. I try to question him about how he’s feeling but he shuts me down with a firm shake of his head and a glance at Faye in the mirror. Whatever is on his mind, he doesn’t want to share with her listening.

  That’s bad.

  I am relieved that I’m not the only one feeling stressed today, and I pat the holster under my arm. It’s reassuring. I know that Blake and I can handle whatever this trip brings, but I can’t shake the uneasy feeling. Not when we pull into the empty parking space at Ana’s dingy little duplex.

  When I cut the engine, Faye scrambles over the seat to settle comfortably in the back seat with a blanket and pillow she grabbed before we left. She smiles happily as she sips coffee from my travel mug. I push the button to lock the door as Blake and I approach the front door leaving he
r safely inside. Just in case. If there is going to be a problem, this is where we would expect it to be, and I don’t want her anywhere near it.

  The lights are on inside the unit and Ana’s shadow is moving around inside, so we know that she is here and awake. Blake raps on the door as I step into the darkness that still obscures the rickety stoop. Soft footsteps approach the door. There is only a brief hesitation before the door swings open and Ana invites him inside. Nothing feels off about her actions.

  Stepping out of the darkness as he enters the dwelling, my Glock 10mm still in easy reach, I follow them inside. Blake takes point and clears the duplex while Analise watches us.

  “Is something going on that I should know about?” she asks, her forehead scrunched with confusion.

  “Nah,” Blake answers as he re-enters the room slipping his own Glock back into its holster. “All clear, Trav,” he tells me. He still looks worried.

  I’m totally not liking this.

  “You ready?” I ask Analise.

  She bobs her head in an affirmative and picks up a box off the couch. Blake moves to take it from her and she smiles at him. “It's light. Just a few baby things I've picked up.”

  There are a couple other boxes by the door so we both take one as she closes and locks the it behind us. Blake and I stow her belongings in the back of the truck while Faye opens the back door and Ana climbs in beside her.

  I see them hugging each other and the heaviness I’ve been carrying this morning lifts a little. Blake has a small smile on his face watching them carry on like it’s been weeks and not just a couple of days since they last saw each other.