LOVE IN LOCKDOWN: A Charity Anthology

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Meet me at the gate in the yard in thirty minutes.”

  “We can’t. We can’t go out.”

  “We’re not going out out. Trust me.”

  I race up to my room and spend the entire thirty minutes redoing my hair and makeup while debating what I should wear.

  In the end, I leave on my skirt and tank, but I do replace the underwear that’s beneath for something a little sexier. I’ve no idea if he’s intending on seeing it, but I want to be prepared just in case.

  Slipping my feet into my sneakers, I drop my cell into my pocket and take a breath. Butterflies flutter around my stomach at not knowing what he has planned, but I fully trust him.

  I don’t see anyone as I make my way out of the house and my heart drops when I get to the back gate and find that he’s not there.

  I’m just about to run back inside and hide in my room to pretend I never showed up when I hear footsteps on the other side.

  Suddenly the gate opens and standing in the gap is Emerson. He’s dressed exactly as he was earlier in a pair of grey sweats and his Maddison basketball jersey.

  “Hey,” I say shyly.

  He reaches out and tugs me through the gap before shutting the gate like we were never there.

  My chest presses against his and his arm comes around my waist. He pulls me even tighter to him. His warmth seeps into me and the nerves and anticipation that have been running rampant in my body the last few days settles immediately.

  “Are you ready for your night out?”

  I stare up at him; gazing at the same gorgeous face I’ve looked at most of my life, but seeing him for what feels like the first time. His own nerves are obvious—something I’ve never seen on him before—and it makes me wonder if the Emerson I’ve experienced before has all been an act.

  “I am,” I whisper eventually, remembering that he asked me a question.

  Finding my hand, he tugs me into the trees behind our house. As kids we spent hours in here, making dens and playing hide and seek. It was our place.

  I smile as we make our way through, twigs snapping underfoot and dry leaves rustling.

  “Where are we going?” I know these woods like the back of my hand but as he maneuvers us to an unknown location, it seems that I’m not the only one, because he clearly has a destination in mind.

  Some light shines through the trees beyond and I narrow my eyes to see what it might be. But as we get closer and I see what he’s done for the first time, I realize that no amount of imagination could have conjured this up.

  Somehow, he’s tied up a sheet between a few trees to make it look like a tent. There are fairy lights everywhere and the floor is littered with what looks like hundreds of candles.

  “Emerson,” I breathe, not able to take my eyes off the small piece of paradise in the woods he’s created. “You did all this?”

  “Yes and no. I had a little help,” he admits.

  I’m about to ask who when it dawns on me. “My mom.”

  “She supplied me with all the props. I just did the leg work.”

  “It’s incredible.”

  “Coming in?” he asks, holding his hand out for me and walking toward our makeshift tent.

  I allow him to pull me inside before I drop to my knees and crawl so I can lay down beside him.

  “I- I can’t believe all of this.”

  “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined sneaking off with you in here and having my wicked way with you?”

  “No, I really don’t.”

  “Hmmm,” he says, leaning toward me and brushing his nose against mine. “Maybe I should show you then.”

  He moves closer still until I fall onto my back on the blankets he laid out under here. His palm cups my cheek before he lowers his lips to mine.

  It starts out slow, sweet, tender, but as nice as it is, I need more. I need the man who cornered me in the bathroom the other night. I need the bad boy as well as the sweet guy who made us a little den.

  Reaching out, I find the hem of his jersey and push the fabric up so I can run my hand up his bare back. His skin erupts in goose bumps and I can’t help but smile as our kiss continues.

  I pull my nails down his back lightly and he growls, encouraging me to go further.

  “Off,” I mutter against his lips.

  I regret it the second he pulls his lips from mine, but it’s only for a brief moment as the fabric passes between us, because then he’s back. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and his hand skims up from my waist until he’s palming my breast. My back arches, trying to get more of his touch.

  Moving over me, he drops one knee between my thighs, but it’s not close enough for me to get anywhere near the friction I need.

  “Emerson,” I moan when he pulls his lips from mine in favor of my neck.

  “Yes, baby?”

  “I need…” My words trail off, not really knowing what it is I actually need.

  “Tell me. It’s yours.”

  “More. I need more.”

  “My pleasure,” he says with a chuckle.

  His fingers slide under my tank, the fabric pushing up my stomach until it’s over my bra. My breasts feel heavy and swollen in the confines of my bra and I almost beg for him to remove it.

  He looks up at me. His usually light-blue eyes are dark with desire. “If you need me to stop, all you’ve got to do is say the word.”

  I nod, unable to say anything. I’m too lost in his dark stare.

  “Lift your arms.”

  I do as I’m told and in moments my tank is on the ground and his kiss is brushing across the swell of my breasts.

  “So sweet,” he murmurs, kissing lower and along the lace trim of each cup.

  My fingers thread into his hair, holding him in place as his lips drive me crazy.

  His eyes find mine. His eyelids are heavy with lust and I feel a bolt of electricity race through me knowing that I caused it. Fingers tickle along my bra strap and he mouths, “Okay?” before I lift enough for him to undo the clasp.

  I want to sigh with relief when the fabric is pulled away from me, but the look of pure adoration on Emerson’s face as he stares down at me from his seated position distracts me from anything but this moment between us.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, the emotion in his voice hitting me right in the chest.

  I don’t get a chance to respond because no sooner has he said the words, does he lean forward once again. He circles his tongue around one of my nipples and my back arches from the blanket in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan as he ups the ante and sucks it into his hot mouth.

  Moving to the other side, he gives that one the same treatment until I’m moaning and writhing beneath him.

  “Emerson,” I moan, pulling at his hair impossibly hard when he moves to pull back.

  “Anyone ever done that to you before?”

  My cheeks heat, but I doubt he can see as I’m flushed from head to toe right now. Shaking my head, a huge smile spreads across his lips.

  “Do I get to give you your firsts?”

  I stare at him sitting astride my thighs, his chest heaving, his incredible torso on display, and the huge bulge in his sweats more than obvious.

  I do that to him. Me. The annoying little sister I always thought he hated.

  “Y- yes,” I admit.

  “I don’t fucking deserve this.”

  “Says who?”

  “A lot of people. Most of which I hope you never meet,” he says with a laugh. “Now, where were we?” He shimmies down my body a little, dropping sweet kisses down my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my skirt. I expect him to undo the button and pull it down my legs, but when I lift my hips he just pushes it up.

  “Fuck,” he groans, staring down at my white lace panties. “Could you be any more perfect?”

  “I don’t know. I guess you’d better find out.” The words shock me. I thought I’d be nervous in this situation, but being here with Emerson, I’m totall
y relaxed about what’s about to happen. There’s only excitement, with maybe a little apprehension. But I’m not at all scared or worried about what’s to come. I already know he’s going to treat me right.

  His fingers brush the outside of my thighs before they wrap around the thin sides of my panties and tug.

  Nerves shoot up my spine, but the moment he parts my knees, looks down at my core and licks his lips, I forget about my lack of experience and just focus on the hands-on lesson I’m about to get.

  “Jesus, I want to taste you so fucking bad.” His voice is rough and deep and it pulls at things inside me I didn’t know existed.

  “Do it.”

  I’ve barely got the words out, and he’s flat on his belly, sliding his hands under my ass and teasing at my folds with the tip of his tongue.

  “Emerson. Fuck. Shit.”

  “Oh, baby. That’s nothing yet.” His voice vibrates through, making my pussy flutter with need.

  “Oh fuck,” I squeal as he flattens his tongue against my clit. He teases, circles, nips, and sucks, and it drives me fucking crazy. My hips lift in my need for more, but he never lets up. Not once.

  When I feel like my body is about to shatter into a million pieces, he slows his pace, drops a little lower and gently pushes his tongue inside.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh,” I chant as he slowly circles before heading back for my clit. Only a moment later, his hand leaves my ass and his fingers push inside me. The feeling of him is incredible. My pussy convulses as it tries to suck him in deeper.

  “Oh, that’s so hot, baby. I can’t wait until you’re dragging my cock in like that.”

  The image of him moving inside me is the last piece of the puzzle I needed to push me over the edge.

  “Emerson,” I cry as lights flash behind my eyes and my body takes on a life of its own as I thrash about completely consumed by pleasure.

  When I come back to myself, I find him sitting between my legs with a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Proud of yourself?”

  “You have no fucking idea, baby.”

  He looms over me, slips his hand under the back of my neck, and fixes his lips over mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and the taste of myself on his tongue mixes with his own and sends aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

  “See how sweet you taste?”

  All I can do is smile. It seems like it might now be a permanent fixture on my face. It certainly will be if he plans on doing that to me often.

  “Here,” he says, passing me my discarded clothing. “We should get back.”

  “Uh… what?”

  “We don’t want Leon to come looking for us.”

  I glance down at my mostly naked body and realize he’s probably right.

  “But…” My eyes drop to his tented sweats.

  “We’ve got all the time in the world, baby. This was about you.”

  My heart swells. “Have you always been this sweet guy?”

  “I hide him well.”

  “You don’t say. I thought you were a bit of a dick.”

  “I thought you had the hots for me,” he jokes.

  “Don’t you know what they say about the bad boys?” I ask, my eyebrows wiggling.

  “Yeah, they give the best orgasms.”

  I bark out a laugh. “God, I was right about one thing.”

  His eyebrow lifts.

  “Your ego knows no bounds.”

  “Baby, when you squeal like that, how could it not?”

  I sigh.

  “Don’t pout, it doesn’t suit you.”

  “I feel bad.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I didn’t get to return the favor.”

  “See, this is why I love you. I—” His eyes go wide as he realizes what he just said. “I mean… uh…”

  Sitting myself up, I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine. Tonight has been so perfect. The last thing I want is for him to ruin it by regretting what he just said.

  Chapter Seven

  Emerson

  Holy shit, did I just say that?

  I accept her kiss when she presses her lips to mine but inside I’m freaking out. Did I really just tell her I love her? Do I?

  Shit.

  “Thank you for tonight. It was beyond perfect.”

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “Can we keep it up and maybe visit again?”

  “Sure.”

  I help her into her clothes and then with our hands locked together we make our way back to the house. Leah might know where we’ve both disappeared off to, but Gary and Leon have no clue and I really don’t want either of them suspecting anything. Not yet at least.

  I know that sometime in the near future I’m going to need to come clean about my feelings for Alyssa, but I’ll quite happily put that off for a little longer yet while I get to enjoy our little secret.

  I pull her to me once we’re at the gate and give her a sweet kiss to hopefully see her through the night. What I really want to do is follow her to her bedroom and climb into bed with her, but I’m worried about taking this too fast. She’s already admitted tonight that it’s been her first experiences, so I need to allow her to take the lead—as much as it’s going to kill me to do so.

  My cock is still threatening to fight its way out of my sweats when we eventually part.

  “You go, I need a few minutes.”

  She glances down at my not-so-little issue and smiles. As much as I might want her to drop to her knees in front of me and finish off from where we left things, the innocent little smile she gives me as she pushes through the gate is almost as good.

  Fuck, when did I get so pussy whipped?

  I think back and I remember the moment I walked into the Perkins’ back yard when I was fifteen and Alyssa was fourteen. She was sunbathing in the tiniest of swimsuits. I’m pretty sure it was in that moment that she ruined me for anyone else. I tried like hell to get her out of my system, but it was pointless. She’s the only girl who’s ever really held my heart in her hands, even if she had no idea.

  After going back to our little hideaway and turning all the battery lights off, it’s safe enough for me to walk through the house without looking like a sex-starved maniac.

  “Hey, man. Where have you been?” Leon asks when I poke my head into his bedroom and find him playing on his Xbox.

  “Chatting to my parents,” I lie. Guilt assaults me instantly. They’re only next door, yet I’ve only spoken to them a couple of times since I moved in here. I did go with Leah to the store the other day so I could do their shopping. That at least felt like I was supporting them somehow.

  “They doing okay?”

  “Yeah, or so they say.” Thankfully that’s not a lie. Both Mom and Dad assured me that they were fine and not yet going stir crazy locked up inside their home like prisoners.

  “Two-player?” he asks, nodding at the ball game he’s playing.

  “Sure.”

  He sets the game up and we begin to play. As always, he takes the lead, but after all these years, I can read his game plan like the back of my hand. We’ve played together, both virtually and on the real court, since we were old enough to bounce a ball. I know how his mind works.

  “I fucking miss the court.”

  “Not as much as sex,” he mutters, stepping up to take a shot.

  “That too,” I agree, but I can’t help let a little hope bubble up inside that I might not be missing that for too much longer. If Alyssa’s keenness to return the favor earlier is anything to go by, then I should be getting some kind of action very soon.

  “Motherfucker. How’d you do that?” Leon complains when I win yet another game.

  “Mind games. I know how you operate, Perkins.”

  “Fuck off, Locke. Get the fuck out of my room.”

  “I’m going, I’m going.” I hold my hands up in surrender and back toward the door. I pull a sulky face, but in reality, I’m more than happy to be sent to m
y room. It gets me closer to her, even if she is asleep on the other side of our shared bathroom.

  Stripping down to my boxers, I pull the covers back and slide in.

  I lie in silence, desperately trying to hear if she’s awake and moving around in the next room, but all I can hear is my own breathing.

  As I will sleep to claim me, I replay our time out in the woods. I picture what her body looked like beneath me. How hard her nipples pebbled when I touched her. How sweet she was on my tongue.

  Fuck, I’ve only had one taste and I’m already addicted.

  I’ve no idea how long I lay there with my cock once again rock-hard and the vision of her in my head, but eventually a click fills the silence and a slither of light brightens my room.

  Propping myself up on my elbow, I have to do a double-take at the vision before me.

  Alyssa stands with the light of her room behind her. It glows around her, making her look like a fucking angel. She’s wearing a white slip which is so see-through that it might as well not be there.

  “Lys. Fuck.”

  “I was lonely.” She bites down on her bottom lip as if she’s unsure of herself and it makes my cock throb. I need to feel her around me so fucking bad.

  She takes a step into my room. Her hips sway, her tits bounce, and my mouth waters.

  “So I thought maybe… you could keep me company?”

  I sit up, the covers pooling at my waist ensuring her eyes drop to my chest. I’ve known for years what she thought of my body. I’ve always made sure to be topless as much as possible just so I could see what I did to her. I craved to know she was still interested, but equally terrified that one day she wouldn’t give me a second glance.

  She smiles shyly when she comes to a stop beside my bed. My eyes drop to her bare feet and slowly make their way up her shapely legs, over the curve of her hips, her slim waist, and her full tits complete with rosy-pink nipples. Her smooth neck is on full display, her hair piled messily on top of her head.

  She looks utterly breathtaking.

  “Come here,” I murmur, holding my hand out for her.

  She doesn’t move immediately, and I start to wonder if she’s regretting coming in here. But then her hands move to the bottom of the full skirt of sheer fabric and she pulls it up and off her incredible body, and it's then she takes my hand and climbs onto my lap.