The Jerk

by V. K. Ludwig

  “No, I get it, don’t worry. This is just fucking.” I said it with confidence, but something inside me responded with a hint of dread. I ignored it.

  A wife might have been the ultimate goal. But if this was all I got I’d take it gladly, and still be luckier than most guys.

  I stroked my hand through her hair. “I want you to know that I will go slow for now, okay? Only because I kinda still consider you a virgin, considering I spent less than a minute inside you last time.”

  Something hopeful danced behind her beautiful eyes. “And then?”

  “And then I want to fuck you, and this time I’ll decide on the pace.”

  “Adair, please…”

  The way she moaned my name again did it for me, and I slowly pushed inside of her. I could barely keep it together and felt my load collecting at the tip of my cock, but I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.

  For the last couple of months, I had figured I’d never find a woman. Now I had one wrapped around my body, begging to feel me with her legs pulling me in.

  Each time I drove deeper, her moans stretched longer, and she mumbled little mmh’s and uuh’s underneath her breath. I dug my hands into her waist, lifted her up, and worked her against me each time I gave a pump.

  “You’ve got no idea what I want to do to you… but you’re about to find out.”

  I let one hand wander across her pubic bone, letting my thumb push down onto her clit at each of my thrusts. She whimpered and arched her back, slithering her body from one side to the other.

  I pulled out and pushed myself back onto my knees. “Get up.”

  She did as told and kneeled in front of me, her eyes trained on my cock, the milky-white froth of our lovemaking rimmed along the base.

  Without hesitation, she lowered herself down and let her tongue run along the tip, licking it clean and showing me the results.

  I cupped her cheek. “Fuck, how did you learn —”

  “Do you remember how you rescued me in that alley? The night you came for us?”

  “I’ll never forget it.”

  “I had a book that contained everything I could have possibly done with your body.”

  I gaped down at her. “Everything?”

  She let her tongue trail along my shaft, then swallowed whatever had collected on it. “Everything.”

  “So where’s that damn book?”

  “You made me leave it behind.”

  “Oh, damn it…” I slung my hand around the back of her head and pulled her against my crotch once more. “How about you show me what you remember?”

  She took my dick inside her mouth, twirling her tongue around the head only to push her tip inside my hole a little right after. I leaned my body slightly back, witnessing with satisfaction how her mouth took me half in.

  “Less teeth, baby.”

  She looked up at me. “But how? You’ll have to show me. You’re the one who watched porn for sixteen years after all.”

  “It’s porn. Not the damn cooking channel. They don’t exactly give instructions.” I leaned over and placed a kiss on her wet lips. “I can’t show you anything. We can only try to figure it out together.”

  She nodded and took me into her mouth once more, pulling her lips in and gulping up and down my cock. This was pure bliss. After a while, I allowed myself the occasional thrust, fucking her mouth with all its splendor. Other than that, I gave her complete control, leaned back, and observed how she sucked me closer to the edge. My balls tightened, and her lips milked my shaft until my cum seemingly reached the very top once more.

  I cupped her chin. “Stop…”

  She backed up and gave a nod, then placed her arms onto my shoulders and gestured me to lie down. Eager to feel me once more, she mounted me, and I grabbed myself to help guide back inside of her.

  She rode me slow at first, adjusting her thighs and rotating her hips as she rocked against me. “Am I doing this right?”

  “You must be because it feels freaking amazing!”

  She gifted me a satisfied smile, moving faster and deeper. Fuck. The mere sight of her taking me all in tripled the pleasure of her tight, wet cunt, making me grab for her beautiful curves and knead her breasts.

  “Adair…” she moaned once more, and I realized among all the sweet sounds escaping her mouth, my name coming from her lips sounded the best.

  I couldn’t take my eyes off her and how she used my body to chase her own height of pleasure, grinding, and rocking and bumping her clit against my cock.

  “Ah…” she moaned and pressed her eyes shut.

  Then she released another ah…

  If she tried to push my name across her quivering lips once more I couldn’t tell, because she pouted them now and arched her back, losing herself in the haze of her orgasm.

  “This is beautiful to watch,” I said, taking a few deep breaths and resisting the urge to come as well with the way her walls squeezed my shaft.

  “How was that?” I asked and let her ride out whatever trembles she had left.

  “It was… it was…” She gulped. “You felt so good inside of me, and I couldn’t stop it.”

  “I know that feeling. Now hold on to me.”

  “What?”

  I pushed myself up and rocked us over to the edge of the mattress, only to stand up with her legs slung around my waist and her arms holding on to my neck.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  I walked us across the room and pressed her back against the wall. “Making up for my… what did you call it? Premature ejaculation?”

  I grabbed her thighs and gave a thrust, the resistance of the wall allowing my cock to go deep and hard.

  “Ah… I don’t think I can keep going,” she moaned.

  I pumped inside of her again and sucked on her hard nipple. “I thought you wanted me to last longer. After all, you scratched my pride a bit that night, and now I have to take it back.”

  After pausing for several breaths, I gave five hard thrusts and fucked her against the wall, making her face scrunch up, overwhelming her with pleasure.

  “No!” she shouted.

  “No?”

  She strained her arms and rocked against me. “Yes! Please… Adair.”

  “What do you want me to do, baby?”

  “Fuck me!”

  “That’s right.” I lowered my lips onto hers, and we exchanged a kiss. “I told you I’d fuck you today, and I guarantee you this won’t be over quick. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got it right there for you, but you won’t get it until you apologized.”

  I began rocking again and shoved her beautiful, firm ass against the wall. After a while, I held nothing back and thrust inside of her as hard as my legs would let me, demanding her moans and whimpers and yelps.

  Our hips joined in a smooth rhythm, rolling along each other in deep and intense thrusts. She tousled my hair and lost kisses somewhere inside my beard, tightening once more around me the deeper I went. Each thrust I gave sent an ache across my shaft, and I knew I couldn’t hold it much longer. Fuck. I wanted to blow and empty my cock inside her.

  Instead, I clenched my ass, stopped, and held back for another breath. “Apologize!”

  She rolled her hips into a desperate circular motion, trying to rebuild that friction I took. “I’m sorry for being a bitch that night.”

  I rewarded her with a grind against her crotch. “Am I aroused enough for you? Too aroused?”

  “You’re perfect…” she whimpered, her body trembling against mine, engulfed in desire only I might satisfy now.

  “That’s right. I’m perfect for you… and nobody else.”

  I placed my lips onto hers once more and kissed her wild and rough, pumping inside of her as she met my every move. Her body turned rigid against me once more. I drove deeper, faster.

  “Oh…” She took a deep breath, only to shout my name the very next moment. “Adair…”

  I swung my palm onto her mouth to muffle her scream, then pounded aga
inst her body until a shudder and a growl shouted through my body at the same time.

  “Shit… I’m coming, baby. Feel how I’m coming inside you!”

  My final thrust stayed deep-rooted, and I let her cunt milk the seed from my shaft, the deep release letting an even deeper satisfaction settle onto my body.

  She shoved my hand off her mouth and let her upper body collapse against mine, her head nestled between my neck and shoulder.

  After I had recovered my breath, I stroked my fingers through her hair and pushed us away from the wall, my legs shaky and weak.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  Heavy puffs burst from her lungs, followed by, “Uh-huh.”

  I carried her over to my bed and placed her down, my cum spilling out of her as soon as my cock slipped out. Exhausted and trembled by heaves, she lay on her back and folded her hands behind her head.

  Once I had nestled myself against her, I pulled her into my arm and stroked her soft skin along her stomach. “So… what’s the judgment? Think I redeemed myself?”

  “By a million. This was the craziest and best experience of my life, and so much better than I imagined it to be.”

  “Did I give you what you wanted?”

  “More.”

  We lay cradled against each other for a while, sucking the air into our oxygen-deprived bodies and calming our pounding hearts. All the while, I played with her hand, letting our fingers intertwine, release, and connect once more.

  A certain serenity settled down on me, and I indulged in the deep satisfaction her body had left behind on mine. Not only physically. For the first time in years, or perhaps even forever, my mind settled into a state of content. I had claimed a woman as mine, even if it would only be for a little while.

  “Tell me about your mom,” she said eventually, rolling onto her side and resting her head against my chest.

  “My mom?” I thought for a second, each memory pushing back into mind slowing my breath. “I’m not sure what’s there to say about her other than the fact that she cut me a lot of slack growing up.”

  “How that?”

  “Hm, she only ever asked two things of me. To protect my sister, and to protect the women.”

  “Right, because we’re so weak out here.”

  I lifted my head and bore my eyes into her. “We’re not protecting you because you’re weak. We’re protecting you because you are the most precious thing we have.”

  Her eyes drifted away from mine, but the hint of a nod rested on her chin. “And your dad?”

  I lowered my head back onto the pillow. “The complete opposite. No slack there.”

  Her hand wandered onto my chest where she let her fingertips trace along the outline of my muscles. Like that, she waited patiently until the knot in my throat untangled.

  “He was the local teacher until he passed away. I spent my days crouched over books and my nights sparring until I dropped exhausted into bed.”

  “I’m sorry he was so tough on you…”

  Her voice trailed off, and for a short while my mind followed.

  “I didn’t care that he was tough on me,” I went on. “What bothered me was the fact that I was the best of all, and yet it was never good enough for him. I was never good enough.”

  “You were the best tonight.” She placed a gentle kiss onto my cheek, then nestled her head against me once more. “And Hazel? Was he that strict with her as well?”

  I let out a laugh. “He damn well tried I can guarantee you that. But Hazel and I are very different. I am the tidy, smart, shunned son. She’s the messy rebel.”

  “Not sure what’s worse, that you called yourself smart or that you pretty much called her stupid.”

  “Not stupid.” I smirked. “But she’s spoiled and feels a bit too entitled at times. And now it’s only fair if you tell me why you don’t want to marry.”

  Her body stiffened against my arm and made an unexpected coldness settle on my skin.

  “I’m not asking for myself,” I reassured her and gave a tug on her shoulder. “But I’m genuinely curious.”

  “Marriage seems so strange to me and outdated. Maybe because they’ve been outlawed for so long in the Districts, and I’ve never seen a couple until I came here.”

  “That didn’t stop Ayanna from getting married. Or Max.”

  “That’s different.”

  No matter how subtle the movement was, her body now inched away from me.

  “Ayanna’s parents were one of the last married couples,” she continued. “And Max is an entirely different case altogether. I only ever knew my mom, or whatever snippets I remember of her. Mostly, I remember growing up in a community home surrounded by people who cared about me.”

  “Now see, that seems strange to me. I wouldn’t want someone else to raise my child.”

  “But you were part of the Newgenics program.” She pushed herself up to sit, the warmth of her body nothing but a cold memory now. “Chances are you have a child in the Districts. Or even more than one. And you’re not raising it.”

  My heartbeat turned ragged inside my ears. “Which is why I never wanted to donate, but it wasn’t exactly my choice. You’ve got no idea how many times I wondered if I’ve got a son or a daughter out there, or how much it pissed me off that I can’t be there as his or her dad.”

  “But the community homes will take care of them if there are any,” she said while she climbed off the bed, gathered her things and dressed.

  “I get that. But I was hoping I would get to raise my own children one day, and make sure I’d do better than my dad did.”

  “That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?” She walked over to the door, her hand resting on the knob. “Wanting to raise your child so that you can get the satisfaction of being better.”

  “Anyway.” I pointed at the empty side next to me. “You know you could stay here tonight, right? Hazel will leave early, and she wouldn’t notice.”

  She smiled. “Thanks for offering but you know that’s not what I came for. But I want you to know that I loved every second of this, and I hope we can repeat it soon.”

  “Until you’re sick of me or our time runs out… whatever comes first.”

  Another smile. Then she left, and the door closed, leaving me behind entirely satisfied but still somehow wanting — what for I couldn’t say.

  Chapter 11

  Ruth

  Trucks and snowmobiles stood parked along the edge of the forest, and the frozen surface of Wolf Lake glittered underneath the morning sun.

  River and Uncle Peter had patched up some ice-shacks, and people waited in line in front of one to rent ice skates. Those who had been too impatient now skittered across the lake in their boots, the laughter of the children hollering through the event and shattering against the surrounding mountain.

  Peggy held her nose higher and sniffed the air. “I can tell they got funnel cakes somewhere.”

  “There’s also salted fish over there.” Max pointed at the shack across from us, his other hand tightly wrapped around Autumn’s hip. “They got delicious smoked ribs, too!”

  “River is getting me a bit of everything right now. You can try some of mine if you want,” Ayanna added and swung her arm around Peggy.

  Adair walked up to us; both hands held high with a pair of ice skates dangling from each of them. “They might be too big for you, but they didn’t have any of the smaller sizes left.”

  I grunted. “I was hoping they had run out already, so I could get out of this. You want me to embarrass myself in front of you.”

  “A little bit of humiliation every now and then makes for a well-rounded character.” He handed me a pair with a cunning smirk on his face. “You’re not easily impressed anymore, and I feel like I have to do something about that. But I also thought of a way to make it easier for you.”

  Heat spread into my cheeks, and I took my ice skates with clammy hands inside my gloves.

  Adair and I had spent the last two weeks being friends d
uring the day and lovers at night. We explored each other’s bodies and tried out every possible position, encouraged by the familiarity between us.

  “Can I have a word with you, Adair?” Rowan’s voice came from behind us, and we all swung around.

  Adair gave me a wink and pointed at my skates; then he walked away with Rowan. The way they held their heads together told me it must have been important, and Adair nodded occasionally and rubbed his palm across his beard.

  “Okay, now that it’s just us,” Autumn said and stared at me, “I need you to tell me how you got him to calm down.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Ayanna furrowed her brows. “I think she means Adair.”

  Autumn swung her hands up. “Good, so I’m not the only one who noticed. You see it too, don’t you?”

  Ayanna’s eyes widened, and she gave a few exaggerated nods.

  “See what?” I asked.

  Autumn grabbed Max’s arms and slung them around her bigger-each-day baby bump. “Not sure how to explain it, but Adair seems so much more content lately. Almost mellow.”

  “Yeah,” Ayanna added. “River mentioned it as well. Said Adair doesn’t feel challenged all the time anymore and is just overall easier to deal with.”

  “You’re not doing anything we wouldn’t be doing, right?” Max asked, sending Autumn, Ayanna, and especially Peggy into giggles.

  In the meantime, my heart stopped for a second, then continued at an alarming pace. Four pairs of eyes were on me, and each one of them made me worry a wrong shift of my body might reveal our secret.

  “Nothing is going on between us if that’s what you mean.” I cleared my throat and focused on collecting my thoughts, making sure my next words would come out slow and convincing. “For what it’s worth, Adair has been like that ever since I met him. My guess is he either didn’t show it, or you guys simply didn’t pay attention.”

  “Maybe being your guard gave him somewhat of a purpose,” Max said. “Making him feel less restless.”

  “Purpose?” Autumn gave a snort. “He’s one of the best men this Clan has. If there’s anyone with a purpose in this village, it’s him.”