by SJ Cavaletti
A month ago, if you said I could only have forty-eight hours with Liz, and for that time I could have her back, but then it would disappear again, I would have said yes. But now, here I was with that very proposition. And as much as my cock grew at the feeling of her heat on my hand and finger, my head started talking again.
I might be the same guy I’d always been. But Liz had changed. She had some jet-setting speaker life now. She wasn’t my Marie Curie anymore, satisfied keeping her head down in a lab until she discovered something worthy of a Nobel Prize.
As if she noticed my attention shifting from making out to making up, she said, “You know Jasmine said she’d beat me up?”
We both peeled back slightly so we could face each other. I wouldn’t have expected it any other way. Liz wasn’t one to be intimidated and was classy as fuck, so there was an amused sparkle in Liz’s eyes. Jasmine might have scared any other woman. Not Liz.
“Really? What do you mean? What did she say? Man, I knew something happened… at the halfpipe?”
Liz nodded. “Yeah. She said if I hurt you, she’d hurt me.”
“Pzzzt,” I tried not to smile, but did. Good ol’ Jas. My little sister. “What did you say?”
“I told her she was the least of my problems.”
“Oh shit…”
“Yeah… anyway. You have a lot of people that really love you, El.”
“My friends are good people. Not that I wanted Jas to do something like that. Just…”
“She loves you.”
“Yeah. But like, in a little sister kind of way,” I added, maybe not needing to but leaving zero ability for Liz to wonder.
She went quiet for a moment and looked up at the night. “I thought I’d be able to see more stars out here.”
“Mmm,” My eyes wandered to the space above. “I think there’s a lot of cloud cover at night. And the light pollution isn’t far off Vegas in most places here.”
She put her head on my shoulder again, her hair soothing the bite on my cheek. She looked back out at the sculpture. “At least we have the glow of this. It shines like the moon. Our moon. It’s so us, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
“El?”
And in the second that passed between her saying my name and the next thing, I had enough time for my breath to hitch, my heart to engorge with hope to the point of bursting its seams. Would she go there?
She didn’t.
But the offer was still damn good.
“Want to come back to mine?”
29
Liz
Present Day
Uyu
* * *
Let’s be honest. There is only one reason to invite a guy back to your “house” before the party is over. Tomorrow was the burn, and I knew we’d be with friends, the next day, homeward bound. I hated to admit it, but after having a taste at the God phone, I wanted him. It was all that was on my mind.
True, I had a moment in front of the art installation, a deep one where I realized that the very message of the art was to let the vulnerable child within escape to speak its mind. But we’d done that now. And it was the grown-ups’ turn.
I flicked on a light switch and with the motorhome not powered up, it only let off a dim light, so quiet and alluring. I looked at El in this hazy glow, and my temperature rose.
It was his skin. It was like some airbrushed advertisement for perfume. A shade called olive which worked for me because it had an edible, shiny and alluring quality and I’d had the pleasure of licking it, meaning I knew it also tasted amazing. I stared at the khaki, velvet sheen of his neck and it stared back at me.
The champagne had gone to my head. I didn’t even want foreplay. Just for him to take me again, smash me onto his dick and blast into me like he had missed being together as much as I had. Heaviness seared my groin, and my clit tingled already.
He closed the caravan door behind him and watched me immediately go over to the bed. “I’m cold,” I said, laying myself down and pulling the covers over me. “Aren’t you?”
His eyes considered me, stared at me and a thousand and one Arabian nights flashed beneath them, telling me a million stories and asking just as many questions.
Was I drunk?
Should he?
Shouldn’t he?
What would happen in the morning?
Thing was, I didn’t care about any of these questions. I didn’t care about yesterday or tomorrow. Right now. Right here. I wanted him. The present was all I had and no matter what happened, and tipsy as I was, I knew I wouldn’t regret having his body, even if it was just one last time.
He must have read my eyes as easily as I had his because he took off his backpack, placed it by the door and as he walked toward the bed, he peeled off his t-shirt.
Blood rushed to my cheeks. The sexiness of his intention clawed at my insides. The ridges and dips of his torso were like sand dunes. He took a few more steps and now stood so near me, his body like a radiator, every part of me warming. Wanting to stay close.
His fingers reached down and he unbuttoned his black jeans and pushed them to the ground, exposing his toned thighs. I wanted to crawl in between them and have him squeeze me like a vice. His boxers stretched and ached over his hard cock, pushing so forcefully against the fabric that it pulled away from his balls, leaving the tiniest gap, and all I thought about was slipping my finger in there. Or my tongue.
Take them the fuck off, El.
He didn’t.
He came to the bed and helped himself to the covers, his body sliding close to mine in the ridiculously small bed. I turned on my side to face him; he did the same. My belly touched his, sending electricity zinging to my pussy. Again. If he didn’t rub it soon, I’d have to.
He put his arm around me. “What are we doing here?” He asked, as if he didn’t know.
“You forget to call the over thinkers hotline and get that out of your system, eh? I’m off duty. Playtime and all.”
I reached my hand down and found that crack in his boxers, slipped a finger in, circling his balls. His nostrils flared and he let out an involuntary, “Mmmm.”
He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against mine. His forehead, warm and soft against my head, his lips so close. He whispered, “You…”
“Don’t talk,” I ordered, just as quiet.
He pulled his head back, and those bedroom eyes asked if I was sure. I could feel mine widening, answering with a yes.
“But..” He still protested.
“Shhh,” I placed my finger over his lips, “My house. My rules. No talking. Just be with me.”
“I thought I was the boss.”
“Men always do.”
He nodded gently, a knowing smirk, then closed his eyes and kissed me. This time, not desperate, but the way one tastes wine. Taking in my lips, swirling my tongue around his, leaving it in his mouth and breathing in air to enjoy the true taste of me.
I caressed his jaw, and the sharp stubble pricked my palm, making everything within me alert. I wanted to feel that subtle pain all over my skin, biting me, convincing me to be alive.
I slid my hand down along his neck and to his pecs, taking my tongue along for the ride. Nibbling alongside his ear, down his neck, I nudged his chin up so I could take a bite of his Adam’s apple. He arched up slightly, his whole body moving toward me. My lips continued to creep, his body more and more rigid with anticipation at the kisses descending along his sternum, past that manly chest and sculpted abs. His skin so dewy and delicious, I could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
His body was stiff, not a sign of life apart from the heat of his groin as my mouth reached the top of his boxers. The elastic holding on for dear life to his tanned skin. I scraped my teeth lightly against his stomach, barely nipping the edge of the elastic. Catching it in my teeth, I let it snap against him. Finally, his body breathed to life. I peeked up and a twinkle of a smile seemed to hide behind his lips, one of which he bit. His dick did that dick dance w
hich I knew had to be something he did to urge me along. Flexing his love muscles, telling me to let it out. To grab it in my hands and make it stop wanting.
I pushed down his boxer briefs, and he helped me out. Over his muscular ass and out popped his stiff cock, shiny topped and ready to see the inside of my mouth.
But first, I licked my hand and grabbed him hard, pumping up and down. He relaxed his head back. I slid my hand downward, circling my fingers around his balls. He let out a short, manly moan. Grabbing the full sack in my palm, I put my mouth around his cock and took as much in as I could.
Sucking on him. Moaning so my hums might give him more satisfaction. I pulled my mouth up and down over his dick, every bumpy vein forcing more blood into his cock. He held back. And I loved every minute of having that control.
I knew El. He loved me sucking him off, but always wanted to come inside me. But pushing him to his limit, to where he couldn’t take it anymore, made my pussy flutter. I sucked harder and used my hand to pump him faster.
A little pre cum released into my mouth, and he hooked his hand around my arm, pulling me up. It might have hurt, I kind of wanted it to hurt. For him to force himself on me, open my legs wide, and pound his dick into me.
He whipped my body around, my back now flat against the mattress. He crawled on top of me, his cock hard, huge. It pushed right next to my pussy in the hard spot of my pubic bone. He pushed my hands above my head and clasped them with one of his, pushing my palms against the headboard.
He reached down with his free hand and pushed my legs wide open, the head of his hard dick so close to my opening, I could feel it tease one of my pussy lips and then he took it in his hand like a dildo and ran it along my crease, opening my lips slightly, up and down he ran his cock almost putting it in, then back up again to torture my clit, so engorged it needed little encouragement.
He knew I wanted it. I was dripping down my thighs by now, and he let go of his cock to rub his fingers in a circle around that desperate clit of mine. I arched my back. It felt so fucking good, and as much as I wanted his dick inside me…
“Ah. Don’t stop,” I said, “Please. Don’t stop.”
Gently, he gave the perimeter of my clit a caress; I wanted more and yet knew as soon as he went for it, my clit would scream for less. The point so close to coming, my body knew everything and nothing all at once. He circled faster, then rubbed straight up and down over the bump now completely engorged.
“Oh my God,” I said, “More… faster…”
He rubbed a little harder now, faster but still gentle enough that I pushed myself in for more pressure and then finally, my clit exploding and I grabbed his hand to still it on me as I felt it throb with uncontrollable pleasure.
When my clit calmed but still hiccupped with pleasure, El thrust his dick inside. He came down so that his dick slid over my clit, bringing me right back to where I started, and my pussy heavy with heat and cum. He pushed in harder, faster, and released my hands to brace himself so he wouldn’t crush me.
I grabbed his meaty ass in and pushed him into me. Reaching around as much as I could, my fingers barely reached to stroke his balls from behind.
“Fuck…” He whispered, pushing harder, quickening the pace. “You still have those tricks up your sleeve.”
“I know you and all your secrets.”
I must have fucked him every day for over a year. I knew where he liked it. To be touched to be kissed. The past and present colliding was euphoric, surreal even. My head and body didn’t even seem like my own as he drove himself into me. It was more like a dream from which I never wanted to wake. El inside of me, everywhere inside me. In my heart, in the seat of my soul.
I never wanted him to leave this place. He drove into me and I could feel it from him, too. It wasn’t just a lust thrust. His dick pushed hard, far, like it was looking for a home. He grew harder… hotter.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take it, a burning, searing heat came off his cock and warmed my insides. He let his weight fall on me more and reached down to take my hips, to steady them and pull them in as he pushed in.
Harder. Faster.
I grabbed his balls again, and he groaned, riding harder and harder until finally he quivered. A gush of lava in my pussy as he came inside me, filling me up.
He pumped a few more times, then slowed his pace and put his hands back on either side of me.
I reached up and ran my hands along his back, now moist with sweat and lust. A big hunk of lats to hang on to it sent a second wave through me I could only satisfy with a sigh because this man on top of me was done.
He lied down, letting his weight sink into me a bit. I could barely breathe but I didn’t care, like the suffocating heat getting in to a car in the summer I fucking loved it. Eat me alive.
But realizing he crushed me, he rolled off and propped himself up on his elbow, then pulled my waist so I faced him on my side as well.
I smoothed hair off my face, then his, too. Taking in a deep breath, my sigh said, “Think we needed that.”
He smiled and gave one of those inner chuckles that went as fast as it came. “Mmm. I could have lasted longer in another life but I think after a few years you get virgin status back.”
“You seriously haven’t been with anyone since me? You’re not actually saying that.”
He must have panties thrown at him every time he’s out.
“Had a couple tester make out sessions. But no sex. Just not been interested.
I raised my brow, unconvinced.
He said no more, because it really wasn’t the time to talk about anyone else. Clearly I’m on the sadomasochist spectrum because I poked him again, “I just don’t believe that.”
“Seriously. It’s true. Plus, I work a lot. I met a few women here and there when Drake still lived in town. But nothing past a first date where I dropped them politely back on the doorstep kind of thing.” He paused, ran his fingers through those glorious locks, slightly knotted from the dust like sea salt on a surfer boy. “You dated that one guy though.”
“No… we didn’t really date,” I denied, not wanting him to feel bad.
“Yeah. Doug or whatever.”
“Dave.”
“I actually knew that,” he confessed. “Looked like at least a few months?”
“Stalker.”
“Whatever.” He countered. “Tell me you never look at my social media.”
“I stopped a while ago, actually. It’s like crickets there. Guess you’re more of a voyeur.”
He smirked. “So what happened with this Dave?”
I ran my fingers down El’s smooth, supple skin. His arm baby soft. “Just wasn’t… I don’t know. He wasn’t that interesting. Boring actually. I don’t want to be mean but he had very little personality.”
“Did you fuck him?”
I slapped El’s arm. “Stop.”
He raised a set of full, thick brows that I knew would not give up.
“Yeah, but he wasn’t good.” I used my fingers like a measuring device, showing El a mere four inches.
“Aw man. TMI.”
“You asked.”
He lied down on his back now, the best he could in the tiny, single bed, and raised his arm, putting his hand behind his head. I smelled his deodorant mixed with sex sweat and it made me want a round two.
“Yup. I did ask. You’re right about that,” he said, staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed. “Anyone else?”
“Why are you doing this, El?”
“Is that a yes?”
“No. It’s a no but… it’s a no.” I really didn’t have a leg to stand on since I started it.
I shuffled myself down so I could place my head on his chest. His heart pounded so hard it whooshed in my ear like a conch shell. Such a soothing sound. The feeling of being on vacation and yet right where you belong all at the same time.
“El, I never really stopped thinking about you. Which was part of the problem in moving on.”
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sp; And this was supposed to be the beginning of the conversation. The one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to have, but I knew El did. The one I probably owed El.
But Simone came back.
The door flew open and a rush of cold air along with it. El found the duvet that had now fallen on the floor and covered us as quickly as possible.
It was dim, and she had been drinking so she whispered quietly, as if she’d woken me up, “Sorry Liz…” and dipped down to take off her lace-up boots.
El didn’t breathe. Stiff as a board he held the covers up to his chin. I giggled like a little girl. “Sim, El is here.”
She shot up and looked in our direction. She could hardly make him out in the dark lighting.
El raised his hand and said, “Hey Simone.”
“Oh. Right,” she tried to act cool, but I sensed both shock and sassy satisfaction for me. “Hey, El. You spending the night?”
El fumbled with an answer.
“Yeah,” I said, not waiting for him to say he might leave, “Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah. As long as he doesn’t snore like you do.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You do,” they said in unison.
Simone must have had a skinful of booze because she climbed into the top bunk without so much as another word, fully clothed, and seemed to fall asleep within seconds. But with her here, the momentum stopped. And I didn’t pick up where I’d left off.
“You sure you don’t want your space? I have no problem making it back to my camp. This isn’t South Central. And my camp isn’t far.”
Why did he ask that? Did he not want to stay? Or did he not want to burden me?
I could have asked, but the adrenaline rush faded and my body became heavy with sleep. “Shhh. Just go to sleep, El.”
I wrapped my arm around his, my body melting into the familiarity and comfort of everything that once, and still felt right.
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