by Shaw Hart
“There you are.” Mom says as she turns and sees me behind her.
“Yeah, you rang.” I say, dryly.
She glares at me before she turns back to the counter and sorts through some papers.
“We have a lot of people coming in tomorrow and staying for the long weekend so I need you to make sure that the cabins are clean and all in order.”
“I always make sure that everything is all set.” I point out.
I know she catches my dig about me doing everything around here. When her shoulders tense and then drop, I realize that I should have kept my mouth shut.
“I also wanted to remind you to keep your legs closed around the new guests. Most of them are here with their families and I’d hate for you to destroy another happy couple.”
She smiles like a shark at me and I know that she knows she hit her mark. Tears prick my eyes but I hold my head high and stare back at her.
“Everything will be perfect.” I tell her.
She turns away, dismissing me, and I head for the back door. I get back to cleaning cabins and then getting ready for my dinner with Weston. My mom’s words stung but what really has me rattled, is that Weston is scheduled to leave tomorrow. I need to find him and figure out if he feels what I feel. If this thing between us is real, or if I’m just a summer fling.
Chapter Eight
Weston
I pull my car up to Ember’s driveway and see that she’s already outside waiting for me. That must mean that her mother is already done working for the day and inside the house. Ember walks down the path and is sliding into the car before I can get out and get the door for her.
“Hey.” I say, leaning over the center console to kiss her.
She turns her head at the last second and my lips graze her cheek instead of her lips.
“Everything ok?” I ask, already knowing that something is wrong.
“Yeah. Everything is fine.”
Uh oh. There’s that word. Fine. Woman never mean they’re ok when they say that. I decide to let her have some space. I can try to talk to here when we’re at dinner. We ride in silence to this little barbeque joint on the outskirts of town. The ride is over in only a couple of minutes and I hop out of the car to get Ember’s door but once again, she beats me to it.
We stand in silence studying the menu and I can’t help but sneak glances at her. I’ve been wracking my brain for anything that I could have done that would upset her but I keep coming up with nothing. Maybe her mom did something. My fingers curl into fists when I think about someone hurting my sweet Ember.
We order and find an empty picnic table, sitting down across from each other. She’s staring at her hands and I just can’t take it any longer. This silent treatment has lasted less than half an hour and I’m already going crazy over not having her eyes and thoughts shared with me. God help me if she ever realizes how completely wrapped around her finger I am.
“Ember, what’s wrong?
When she remains silent with her eyes cast downward, I reach across the table, snagging one of her hands between both of mine and giving her a little squeeze.
“Please talk to me, honey.” I plead.
“Your leaving tomorrow.” She says, finally looking up at me.
The sadness in her eyes hits me right in the gut. I completely forgot that I was supposed to check out tomorrow morning. These last few days have flown by and I know that it’s because I’ve been with Ember. I don’t want to leave. Not without her. The fact that she doesn’t want me to leave either makes my heart flip over in my chest.
“Ember, I know I was supposed to leave but there’s nothing that can’t keep in New York. Besides, I have to see these fireworks that you keep raving about.” I say as I squeeze her hand in mine and interlace our fingers.
“So, you’re not leaving tomorrow?” She asks, looking up at me with hopeful eyes.
“No. I’m going to stick around for a little longer.” I say as our food arrives.
After that, things go back to normal. We dig into our food and spend a couple hours talking and laughing. This place has live music on Thursday nights so we hang around and listen to them play for a while before Ember leans into my ear and tells me she’s ready to go home.
I take her hand in mine and lead her back to the car, opening the door for her and kissing her before she can slide in. Her hands wrap around my neck and she uses that as leverage to press herself against me. I groan as she wiggles against my hard cock and she pulls away laughing before hopping into the car.
“Tease.” I say as I slide in behind the wheel.
“Maybe I don’t want to just tease you.” She says through half lidded eyes.
My head whips towards her and my cock presses angrily against my fly. Ember reaches over and slowly strokes her hand up and down my thigh, her fingers stroking higher and higher on my leg and I sit there in shock, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed. Her fingers find my stiff length and I let out a guttural groan as she wraps her tiny hand around it as best she can.
“Ember,” I pant, “are you sure about this? We can wait as long as you want to.”
I tell her but I’m afraid that my balls will turn permanently blue and fall off if I don’t get some relief soon.
“I’m sure, Weston. I want this. With you.”
Chapter Nine
Ember
Weston and I stumble into his cabin already pulling at our clothes. Our lips fuse together as soon as we have our shirts off and we scramble at the buttons and zippers of our jeans as we trip our way towards the queen size bed. I kick my shoes off before I push my jeans down, tearing my mouth from his long enough to shove them off my legs. Weston tries to do the same but he hasn’t taken his shoes off and his pants get trapped around his ankles. He trips and we crash onto the bed together.
We laugh as we bounce once on the bed before he sits up to slip his shoes and pants off. I sit up and crawl behind him, placing kisses along his neck and shoulders as he untangles himself. I lick my way up his neck and capture his earlobe between my teeth, tugging lightly. He moans long and low as he finally frees himself and twists on the bed, caging me in under him.
I laugh as I land on my back, staring up into his handsome face. I can see the lust written clear across his features and it’s so strong that it almost takes my breath away. No one has ever looked at me like that, like they need me more than they need their next lungful of air. He gazes back at me and his eyes rake over my face like he’s trying to commit it to memory.
He brushes some loose curls away from my face before he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. I’m lying under him in just my bra and panties and all Weston has on is his boxers. I can feel his hot skin against mine and this is the furthest I’ve ever been with a guy.
He holds his weight on his elbows as he presses his hips further into mine. I can feel his erection pulsing between my legs and my hips involuntarily rise to try to grind against his hard length.
“Oh god, Ember, slow down honey or this is going to be over way too fast.” He begs.
Knowing that it’s me that’s causing him to lose control only makes me burn hotter and I try to wrap my legs around his waist so I can grind against him harder. He growls before he grabs my wrists, pinning them to the bed above my head.
“Let me love you a little bit. Please.” He pleads as I try to tug my hands free.
“I’m burning up, Weston. Please don’t make me wait.”
“It won’t be for long. I promise.”
He presses my hands into the bed, looking in my eyes with a silent warning to not move them. I nod quickly and he smiles at my excitement before his head dips and his lips find mine. He pushes his tongue into my mouth where it teases mine, coaxing it to come out and play.
He pulls his mouth from mine and trails his lips down my neck to my chest. He wastes no time in unsnapping my bra and pulling the straps down my arms. As soon as he pulls it from my body, my first wave of self-consciousness hits me. No one has ever s
een me naked before and I know that Weston has experience. What if I don’t measure up? My arms start to lower, to cover myself, but Weston aims another warning look at me and I freeze. My body flushes and I watch as his eyes trail down from my face to my full tits. I can feel that my nipples are puckered and begging for his mouth and fingers. As if he reads my mind, Weston licks his lips before his head lowers.
His lips wrap around my nipple and my back arches as he nips at it before pulling it into his mouth. I moan as his tongue flicks back and forth over the sensitive bud while his fingers play with the other one. His body slides down mine and he pushes my legs wider as he settles in the cradle of my thighs. His mouth and fingers continue to pinch and twist my sensitive nipples and I can feel myself climbing higher and higher.
“Weston, please! I need more.”
He gives each tight bud one more lick each before he kisses his way down my stomach. He pauses to dip his tongue into my naval and my stomach clenches at the foreign feeling. He kisses lower and spreads my thighs even wider as his shoulders come to rest between them.
I can feel his warm breath as it fans against my drenched panties. I’m so wet that they’re sticking to my lips and I’m sure that the white material is now see through. He breathes deeply and my face flames. Is he smelling me? I lean up on my elbows to look down at him right as he leans forward and buries his face between my legs.
He eats at me like a man starved. I can feel his teeth and tongue through my panties as he teases my center. I can feel the wet fabric as it rubs against me. He pushes the fabric against my clit and rubs in tight circles around my hard button.
It’s too much. All of the new sensations and what really gets me is knowing that it’s Weston between my legs, giving me this pleasure. My legs clamp around his head as my fingers tunnel into his hair. I hold his head still as I grind my greedy pussy on his face. My legs tense and I come with a shout, flooding my soaked panties with more of my cream.
He rubs his face against my pussy before he pulls my panties from my body, ripping them at my hips. In the next breath, he buries his face against my bare pussy and another orgasm barrels down on me. Not having anything between us feels so much different, so much stronger than when my panties were between us.
His tongue dips between my swollen folds and licks straight up my center. He circles around my stiff clit before making the journey back to my dripping opening. He uses his tongue to spread my lips and then he pushes the tip inside of me, stretching my virgin hole. I moan as he pulls out of me and continues making the same trip up to my clit and around, then back down to my opening and inside. Over and over again until I scream and come all over his face. This second orgasm is different from the first, much stronger.
I collapse back onto the bed as I feel his tongue licking through my folds and cleaning me up. It’s like he doesn’t want to waste a drop. When he’s satisfied, he kisses back up my body and slips his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on him as I suck on his tongue. I moan at the tangy flavor and my desire is only ratcheted up higher by his answering moan.
I feel his hard erection tease up and down my folds and my legs open wider in invitation.
“Are you ready?”
“God yes.”
He leans down and kisses me slowly as his cock nudges my opening, slipping just the tip inside. I moan at the feel of him stretching me and filling me up.
“You’re nice and soft, Ember, but I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s take this nice and slow.”
He pushes another inch inside of me until he hits my virginity. I can see beads of sweat form on his forehead as he holds himself still inside of me. Seeing him holding himself back to keep me from feeling any pain just makes me love him more.
“It’s ok, I’m ready.” I say as I stare up at him.
He hisses a breath out between his teeth like he’s in pain before he thrusts inside of me in one shot. He stretches me to the point of pain and I let out a little yelp as he seats himself fully inside of me. He stills when he’s bottomed out. Slowly, my body relaxes around his long length and I lean up, pecking his lips softly.
“You can move now, Weston.”
Weston groans but does as I say, slowly pulling out only to drive back inside me. He sets up a steady pace of thrusting in and out of my wet channel. I can feel my pussy start to clamp down on him, making his thrusts harder and harder.
“Weston, I’m- I think I’m going to- WESTON!” I scream as my pussy clamps down on him. My ankles hook around his back and I hold him still balls deep inside of me as my orgasm tears through me. My orgasm pulls his own orgasm from him and I feel as his seed shoots off deep inside of me, splashing against my fertile womb. He buries his face in my neck as he groans his release.
After we’re both spent, I keep my legs locked around him as I run my hands softly up and down his back. I like feeling the weight of him on top of me, pushing my deeper into the mattress. He’s so warm and I’m so tired. My eyes flutter closed as I feel him kiss my forehead.
I don’t remember falling asleep but when I wake, I’m tucked into Weston’s side. The sun looks like it is just starting to rise. I guess my body is so used to waking up at this time that it will do it without an alarm. I need to get to work, I realize.
I untangle myself from Weston’s arms and legs and I laugh as I slide from the bed and his hand shoots out to pull me back. I look up into his face and see he’s still sound asleep and my heart melts at him reaching for me in his sleep. I admire his naked body, wrapped up in the sheets for a moment before I pull my clothes off the floor and hurriedly get dressed. I hastily scrawl out a note and leave it on my pillow. I sneak one last look at my sleeping beauty before I slip from the cabin and head home.
I smile the whole way home and as I let myself inside my house to change clothes, my grin is still firmly in place. It falls off my face as soon as I see my mom sitting on the couch. Waiting for me.
“Looks who’s making the walk of shame! My slut of a daughter.” She spits at me as soon as she sees me. When I don’t say anything, she continues.
“You slept with him. I can’t believe you slept with him.”
“I love him, mom.”
“Oh, and I’m sure he feels the same way about you. Wake up, you stupid girl. He was just using you for sex and you’re so dumb that you fell for it.” She looks disgusted with me.
“No, he wasn’t.” I say softly, but even I can hear the uncertainty in my voice.
“Did he tell you that he loves you?” She asks.
No. I don’t have to say anything. She can see my answer written all over my face. Her laugh rings out, cruel and cold, as she stands from the couch and walks back to her bedroom.
“Whore.” She says as she passes me.
I stand in the living room as doubts swirl around me, threatening to pull me into despair. Could Weston really just be using me for sex? There were easier girls here. Girls that he wouldn’t have to take out every day for a week before they let them between their legs. But he didn’t tell me he loved me. You didn’t tell him you loved him either, my mind whispers to me.
I shake myself out of my fog and head for my room. I need to get back to work.
Chapter Ten
Weston
I wake the next morning to find Ember gone and a note on her pillow.
Wes,
Had to go to work. Come find me when you wake up. ;)
Ember
I grumble as I pull the sheets away and climb from bed. I get in the shower and quickly rinse off. If Ember had just woken me up, we could both be in here together. I picture washing her back for her, watching as the soap suds rinse down her delectable body and I’m instantly hard and ready for another round. I’ve never been with someone who gave herself so freely to another person. I’ve never had sex so passionately before. No, not sex. Love. I’ve never made love before but that’s exactly what we did last night.
I love Ember. I think I have since the second I laid eyes on her. It’s ab
out time that I tell her how I feel.
I lock my cabin door behind me and I make the short walk up to the office. I see Ember through the window and I smile. It’s crazy how just seeing this girl fills me with such joy and happiness.
“Morning, Ember.” I say as I walk into the office.
Ember’s eyes snap over to mine and for the first time, I notice the red rimmed eyes and the unshed tears. I rush across the room, trying to get to her as fast as I can.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing. I just got into a bit of a fight with my mom this morning, that’s all.”
“What did she do?” I demand, already furious with the woman.
The tears start to spill over and I pull her from behind the counter.
“It’s ok, Ember. Everything will be ok.” I whisper against her hair as I lead her into my cabin.
I settle us on the couch and I can feel Ember trembling so I pull her into my lap. She burrows her face into my neck and I kiss the top of her head as she cries softly. I can feel her tears dampen my shirt and I want to go back and yell at her mother. I try to make comforting noises and get her to calm down but after a couple of minutes, I realize that maybe she just needs to let it out.
I hold her while she cries until finally, she’s all cried out. She pulls back and I bring my hands up, cradling her face and wiping her tears away. She looks up at me with glossy, red rimmed eyes, and I feel helpless.
“Ember, I don’t want to upset you but I need to ask you something. Why do you put up with her? Why does she treat you like this in the first place?”
I’m desperate for answers, to fix this any way that I can. I watch as she draws in a shaky breath before she tells me what happened.
“My dad died when I was young, a drunk driving accident and she had been alone for so long that when she started dating, I thought it would be a good thing. When I was about fourteen, my mom had this one boyfriend. They had been going out for a few months and at first he seemed really nice, by far the nicest one that she had ever had.”