LOVE IN LOCKDOWN: A Charity Anthology

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Let’s go upstairs and get you some clothes to change into and find some flashlights.” He says it so calmly, like he’s asking me to go to the park instead of up into a wild storm.

  I reach for him in the dark, touching him until I find his hand and I wrap it around mine. I pull him to the cabinet next to the chair and reach in, knowing I’ll find exactly what I’m looking for.

  I pull out two flashlights and put one of them into his hand.

  He takes it, hitting the button and giving light to the room. “Well, huh, I don’t remember Jay being this organized.”

  I shake my head. “He wasn’t. He did it for me. When I started coming over, he would always have the flashlights ready, tea and cookies. He had it all set up down here. We spent a lot of nights and some days down here, talking through the storms.”

  I try to shake the nostalgia from my voice, but I can’t. Even now, months later, I still can’t believe he’s gone.

  My trembling is getting worse and I knew I should have changed from shorts and a T-shirt before I came over here.

  Clay reaches for me again and I try not to think too much of it.

  4

  Clay

  I can’t stop touching her. From the moment I saw her, I knew that I wanted her. She’s not my usual type, but I swear I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a woman like her before. She has curves, definitely more than a handful, but as I put my hands on her hips and pull her tighter against me, it seems her curves fit my hands perfectly. She’s younger, probably too young for my forty years of age, but I don’t really care at this point. Her rounded body is pressed against me and I don’t think we could fit a piece of paper between us.

  I try holding on to her, giving her my warmth, but when her teeth start to chatter, I know I have to do something. I pull back a little, trying to read her face in the dim light and I can see her pupils are enlarged. I’m holding her by the shoulders and I move my body just a little and a moan escapes right before she bites on to her lower lip. She may not want me to know it, but my new neighbor wants me.

  When she starts trembling again, I finally pull from her. “You are going to freeze or get sick. You need to take off those wet clothes.”

  She nods her head and looks over at the cabinet next to the chair. “I bet Jay left my blanket in there.”

  I go over to the cabinet and pull the lower drawers open and sure enough, there’s a purple blanket. “Yep, you’re right. It’s right here.”

  I pull it out and turn back to her. “Fuck.”

  It leaves my mouth before I can stop it. While I was searching for the blanket, she started taking off her wet clothes. She’s standing before me in nothing but a white bra and panties. She’s holding the wet shirt in front of her midriff, trying to cover her rounded body from me. Does she not realize her body is perfection?

  If I didn’t see her trembling, I would take the time to show her right now. I walk over to her, the hard rod in my jeans getting bigger with each step. She’s looking up, her eyes trained right on me. And when there’s a sound of thunder and spark of lightning through the window, she doesn’t even blink.

  I wrap the blanket around her, covering her body from view, but I have it completely fucking memorized in my mind.

  I pick her up then, cover and all, and walk over to the chair, sitting down with her sideways in my lap.

  She struggles at first. “Clay, no, I’m too big…”

  But I don’t let her finish. I grab on to the hair at the nape of her neck and pull it back gently. She looks up at me with wide eyes. I planned to tell her not to talk about herself that way, to tell her that she’s flawless… but the look in her eye has caught me off guard.

  “I want to kiss you, Caroline.” My voice is curt, demanding.

  Her eyes widen and her tongue peeks out and runs across her lower lip. She nods her head, giving me what I need, what I ask for.

  I lean in slowly, tormenting myself because I know that when our lips touch, my world is going to change. I’m going to be different. I feel it in every bone of my body. Our heads move closer together and when at last we’re only a breath away, I move in, latching my lips on to hers. She opens her mouth, taking everything I offer her without resistance, without chance. She has me captured; I’m completely entranced by her. She tastes like new beginnings, she tastes like forever.

  My hands plunge through her hair, pulling her to me. The blanket that I gave her is wrapped around her and instead of it giving her heat, I want to be the one to do that.

  As if she’s thinking the same thing, she pulls her head back, gasping for breath. I try to pull her in again, but she stops me with a hand to my chest. She’s panting, her lips swollen and puffy. “I don’t normally do this.. sleep with men I just met.”

  “We won’t be sleeping, not until later,” I tell her glibly. The storm is still going on outside, the house shaking every now and then from the loud thunder. But it doesn’t seem to faze her. Her eyes are on me and nothing else seems to matter right now.

  She slaps my chest. “You know what I mean.”

  And I do know what she means. And even though I’m the guy, it doesn’t mean that I normally do this either.

  I cover her hand that is pressed against my chest. I squeeze it, wanting to reassure her. “I know what you mean. I’ve never done this either, not with someone I just met. But honey, Caroline, I can’t imagine not having you. I need you.”

  She looks at me, watching to see if I’m sincere. I wait patiently. I wait, but I know if she tells me no, I’ll still wait. After having her in my arms, no one else will do. No, I was being honest when I told her that she’s the one I need.

  She wiggles across my lap and starts to get up. I barely restrain myself from stopping her, but I know that if I’m not what she wants, I can’t push myself on her, but even before she says a thing, I know I won’t give up. Not until she’s mine.

  Once she’s up she’s standing in front of me. My hand goes to my hard cock and I adjust myself, the pain of my dick hard against the zipper of my jeans almost too much to bear. Her eyes follow my hand and she smiles briefly at me, surprise showing on her face. Does she not know how hard she makes me?

  She grabs the blanket and lets it fall to her feet. I sit forward, my hands gripped tightly on my knees, barely holding myself back from reaching for her.

  She reaches behind herself and undoes her bra. I can’t stop myself. I stand up, towering over her. “Let me?” I ask her huskily.

  She releases her hold on her bra and her hands fall down to her sides. She nods, looking up at me with so much trust in her eyes, I know I can’t let her down.

  5

  Caroline

  I thought I was ready for it, but I’m not. The sensuous touch of his fingers on my bare flesh has me holding my breath. He slides the straps of my bra off my shoulders and drops it to the floor at our feet. He runs the back of his hand down my arm, his knuckles leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

  He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Breathe, baby.”

  I should be embarrassed that he’s had to remind me to breathe, but I’m not. The truth is since I first laid eyes on him, he’s left me breathless and wanting.

  I nod my head at him, releasing my breath.

  His eyes are still on mine, but his fingers dip into the sides of my underwear before he pulls them down my body as he lowers himself until he’s pulling them off my legs. He’s on his knees in front of me, staring at my bare pussy. He looks at me for so long, I start to fold my hands in front of myself, but he stops me. “No.” He reaches in and kisses my mound, his soft breath teasing the short hairs there.

  He turns me around until my legs hit the chair and he pushes me backwards until I fall gently onto it.

  I’m exposed, more exposed than I’ve ever been, with a man between my thighs. His big hands trail up my legs and he grips my thighs tightly. He moves closer and my legs go wider, opening to fit his wide shoulders in. I shiver with pleasure at what his hands
are doing to me. It’s like he can’t get enough and he strokes every piece of bare skin I have. He leans up, and the rough denim of his jeans scratches against the bare skin of my thighs.

  When we’re face to face, he kisses me, and his tongue eases inside to meet mine. His hands are still working magic, kneading the soft flesh of my breast. When he tweaks my hard nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and fingers, I gasp, and his kiss deepens.

  My hips move on the chair like they have a mind of their own. The friction of him between my legs is already almost too much to bear, but I know I want more. I need more.

  I grab on to his shirt and start to tug it over his head. He helps me remove it easily, but as soon as he’s free, he resumes kissing me. I trail my hand across his shoulders and down his back, feeling the corded muscles twitch under my touch. When I move to his front, he groans and throws his head back. I can’t take anymore. I tug him farther up and pull his nipple into my mouth, biting him softly as my hands work on unbuttoning his jeans. His hands go to my head, holding me against his chest, and not until I have his jeans and underwear around his hips and his cock in my hand does he let me go.

  His girth is huge and I look down at the monster I’m holding in my palms. Even stretching my fingers out, I can’t fit it all the way around him. “That’s not going to fit inside me,” I moan to him as he strokes his fingers through my swollen slit. I’m soaked, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. His finger tunnels inside me and I can feel him stretching me. I lift my hips to meet him, because what he’s doing is good, but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough until I have him inside me.

  “It’ll fit.” He kisses my lips and pulls back just an inch from my face, searching my eyes. “We are going to fit perfectly together.”

  He says it like there’s a deeper meaning behind his words. But I can’t focus on that. Not right now. He backs away from me, stands up and pulls his jeans and underwear the rest of the way down his legs, and kicks them off. He reaches for me and I go to him willingly. He picks me up again and sits down with me straddling his lap. I look down between us and his hard cock is between us. I don’t even think about it; I stroke my hand from tip to root, squeezing him. His head falls back on the cushion of the chair and I do it again, clenching on to him, stroking him, until he grabs my hand to stop me.

  “I need inside you, Caroline. Now.” He’s already lifting me up, positioning me over top of him. I raise to my knees and grab on to him, lining him up at my heated core.

  I take one last look at him. “I’m clean, there was only once…”

  He shakes his head, his jaw tightening. “I don’t want to hear about another man. From now on, it’s just me. I’m the only one that will be between your thighs.”

  I nod my head at him, hope filling me.

  “I’m clean,” he promises me, entering me slowly.

  I know we should talk about pregnancy; the responsible thing would be to bring it up, but as soon as he’s entering me, I lose all train of thought. He feels so good as he slowly tunnels inside me. There’s a tightness coiling in my body and I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.

  The slick sound of him sliding in deep fills the room. The storm may be raging outside, but it’s nothing compared to the way my heart is beating in my chest. When I’m fully seated and his cock is pulsating inside me, I start to move. I can’t not move. I slowly raise myself up and then fall back down. His hands grip my hips tightly, helping me, moving me up and down on his lap. He’s watching me and his gaze on me makes it so much more intense that my pussy squeezes him and he’s groaning from my tight hold.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans.

  My hips meet his thrust for thrust, and when he puts his hand down between us, his thumb pressing against my clit, I scream his name, my hips bucking uncontrollably. He claims me with a ferocity, and like animals we give in to it. With our bodies fused together, he comes, filling me up with his seed.

  I can barely breathe, I’m trying my best to fill up my lungs, but I’m gasping, lying on top of him, trying to calm myself.

  His arms are wrapped around my body and when I try to raise up, he tightens his hold. I lie there with his heart under my head, listening to it calm until it’s just a steady beat.

  6

  Clay

  She raises up, but I don’t let her go far. We’re still joined and I won’t lie, a part of me wishes we could stay this way. Her body is glistening with sweat, her hair is a mess going every which way, but to me, she’s beautiful.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her, leaning up to kiss along her neck.

  Already I can feel a pull low in my belly. I need her again.

  She pulls off of me, and I watch as she struggles with her clothes, pulling on her T-shirt and shorts, hiding her body from me. I stand up to move closer to her, but she holds her hand up. She finishes dressing, never looking at me.

  “Look at me,” I demand.

  It looks like she’s going to deny me until she finally lifts her eyes to mine. “Uh, look, I’m sorry. I don’t normally do this. Storms do crazy things to me.”

  I interrupt her then. “You’re going to blame it on the storm? You just came apart in my arms, Caroline. I think it’s more than just the storm.”

  Her face flushes. Frustrated, she throws her hands up in the air. “Can you just let me do the walk of shame, please? I’m so embarrassed.” She covers her face with her hands. I want to wrap my arms around her and tell her everything’s going to be okay, but I don’t think she wants to hear that. Not yet.

  I walk over to her. I don’t touch her, because I don’t want to take the chance of her leaving. Not yet. Not now.

  “Can I show you something?” I ask her pleadingly.

  Her eyes still won’t meet mine and she shrugs her shoulders.

  I hold my hand out to her. I’m still as naked as I was a minute ago. Her cum is drying on my dick.

  She looks at my hand and then at my growing dick. “Uh, are you going to put clothes on?”

  I want to tell her no. I want to tell her that I plan on being inside her again in just a few minutes and I don’t want to waste time putting on clothes, but I don’t say any of that. Instead, I pull on my jeans, sans underwear, being careful not to zip my junk up in the zipper. When they’re on, hanging low on my hips, I hold my hand back out to her. “Let me just show you something, then you can leave if you still want to.”

  She finally nods her head, and I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. When she puts her hand in mine, I pull her against me, wanting to wipe that embarrassed look off her face. “Trust me.”

  She merely nods again and I pull her to the steps, letting her walk in front of me. I can’t take my eyes off the way her wide hips shimmy back and forth with each step she takes. When we get to the top, I lead her around the boxes and through the kitchen and point to the couch for her to sit down.

  Her gaze is on the big bay window and the view of the yard. It’s clear that the storm is over and all that’s left is rain. She’s obviously embarrassed and ready to get out of here, but I’m just as determined to keep her.

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, leaving her to her thoughts. I go into the room I’m going to designate as my office and start pulling items out of my briefcase. I eventually dump it out onto the desk, searching for what I need.

  Once I find it, I go back to the living room and sit down next to her.

  Caroline

  I almost left when he went into the other room, but something stopped me. I’m embarrassed. I know I shouldn’t be, but a part of me wonders if he thinks I did this on purpose. Does he think I lied my way into his house about being scared of storms?

  When I’m about to get up and make a run for it, Clay sits down next to me. The heat of his body is like a magnet and already I feel myself leaning into him.

  He takes a piece of paper from an envelope and holds it out for me to take. I take it from him, being careful not to touch his hand wi
th mine. I know the only thing that’s allowing me to hold back right now is the fact that he’s not touching me.

  I open the letter and instantly I recognize Jay’s handwriting.

  For the first time, I lift my eyes to look at Clay and he’s smiling at me confidently. He touches my hand. “Please, read it.”

  I take a deep breath and start to read.

  Clay,

  I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but I didn’t want you to know that I’d been sick. I always wanted you to come see me, but lately, I realize there’s another reason I need you to come. And I don’t want my death muddling that.

  You know me, Clay. You know how I lived my life and I was mostly alone. I have more money than I could ever spend and no family or children to leave it to.

  I begged you for years to slow down but you didn’t want to. I get it. I lived the same way as you. But I’m hoping beyond hope that this one last plea will finally come thru to you.

  I’m leaving my house in Texas to you, including some stocks and bonds. But most importantly, my house. When you’re ready, it will be waiting for you. And I hope you give it a chance. I promise you that if you do take a breather, just go for a few months, it would be life changing for you.

  Lastly, when you do make it to Texas, please be kind to my neighbor. She means a lot to me.

  I hope you know that no matter what, I’m proud of you.

  Love, your friend,

  Jay.

  PS. Sometimes the biggest storms bring you exactly what you need.

  I wipe at my cheek where a tear rolled down my face, but he stops me, moving my hand away and wiping at my face.

  I turn to face him. “You think he’s talking about me, don’t you?”