by Meghan Quinn
“The first day?” Porter asks in shock. “But I was so gangly and dirty.”
A very un-lady like snort pops out of my mouth. I cover my nose quickly, but it’s too late, I’ve covered Porter’s face with snot.
Have you ever watched someone spit a food chunk at you by accident in slow motion? You’re talking, having a good time, and all of a sudden, they get a little too animated and you watch that half chewed up piece of roast beef fly out of their mouth and slowly—oh so freaking slowly—land on your cheek. You act like you don’t feel it as they continue to talk to you, not realizing they just dressed you with lunch meat. You demand for your hands to stay still while you count to twenty before you casually reach up to your face and wipe away the beef carcass just lounging on your cheek bone.
Why do I bring this up? Because, as I snorted, in slow motion, I watched my nose shower Porter’s face, drop by drop with snot. He closed his eyes briefly, as mucus rained down upon him.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry.”
Not minding my feelings, Porter takes his sleeve and wipes his face. When it’s clean, he rolls me over and pins my hands above my head with my body under his, which is still in the sleeping bag.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You snot on me, thought I would return the favor.” He lowers his head and starts sniffing.
“No!” I practically scream, hoping I didn’t just wake up Paul and my dad.
“Shhhh,” he laughs. “You can’t go screaming like that. Now you have two options, you can either let me snot on you, or you can take your clothes off and let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Whatever you want?”
“Within reason,” he smiles. “Major things we can have a discussion about first.”
“Hmm…snot or getting felt up by you. I think I will take snot.”
“Very funny,” he says, right before his lips find my neck. His body wiggles on top of mine, freeing him of the sleeping bag, while his mouth works wonders across my skin.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
My nipples instantly go hard from his compliment. It doesn’t take much with him.
“You smell really good,” I compliment. “It’s not your cologne that I thought I loved so much, it’s your soap.”
His lips pause for a second before he continues to kiss my jaw, not answering me back. Instead, he releases my hands that were once pinned above me to lift my shirt up and over my head, exposing me to the cool night air filtering in through the top of the tent.
With one glance, his eyes turn sinister the minute he takes my breasts in. His hands roam up my body to my breasts, where he cups them and runs his thumbs over my nipples, his lips continuing to make an imprint on my neck.
If I wasn’t still traveling with my dad and brother and I was back home in Los Angeles, I would beg Porter to give me a hickey. Don’t judge; it was something I always fantasized about.
Needing more, I grab his shirt and pull it over his head. My hands wander over his well-defined, farm boy chest, through the light sprinkling of hair I know he must trim to the right length to turn a girl on. His sweats ride low on him, and I realize he’s not wearing his boxer briefs. Because of the lack of barrier, I lower my hands and dip his pants down so his ass is bare.
His hips grind into mine, showing off his impressive erection. Every other time we’ve gotten intimate, we’ve taken things a little slow, but I can feel the urgency in his touch, in the way he practically sucks on my face.
“I want more, Porter.”
His lips pull away from me and his lust-filled eyes stare down at me. He’s lost in desire, you can tell by the loopy look on his face.
“Want more in what way?”
This is always awkward for me to say, but I say it anyway, “Do you have a condom?”
His breathing becomes heavier, his grip on my left breast grows tighter, and he runs his erection against my leg once again.
“What if I did? Would you be mad?”
“Depends, when did you get it?”
“At the gas station this morning.”
I laugh at the cringe on his face. “Feeling a little lucky this morning?”
“More like wishing on the grace of Paul’s fat toe that we would have a chance to be alone.”
“You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
“Tell me yes.” I know the hope and yearning in his eyes matches mine as I nod my head. And that’s it, our conversation is over.
Our mouths collide and our hands explore each other’s bodies. He slowly inches my pants down while I do the same until we are both naked, pressing our bodies against each other.
His erection is stiff against my leg, his body tight from what’s to come, and the pounding of his heart is tuned to mine. Sweat breaks out across our skin, which is quickly chilled by the air breezing into the tent.
Our tongues tangle together in an erotic dance, our hands fumble around, trying to feel as much of each other as possible. While I lightly drag my nails across his skin, his lips leave mine and travel down my body to my breasts, where he quickly sucks in a nipple. My body arches off the ground at his touch, pressing my boob further into his mouth. He licks the nub, sucks on it, and nibbles until I’m writhing underneath him, unable to take any more.
He releases me and then does the same thing to my other nipple. I lay there, unable to do anything else but marvel in the way he makes me feel, in the pleasure that is roaring from me.
My body turns hot, my legs grow heavy, and a tingling sensation starts to crawl up my back. His hand wanders down to my pubic bone, where he slightly strokes the spot below my belly button, turning my entire body into molten lava.
“Everything about you is sweet, Marley. I can’t get enough.”
He travels further down my body until his head rests between my legs. He pushes my knees open with his hands and dips down, his lips kissing me in the most intimate of areas. Last time Porter went down on me, he spent little time getting right to it, but this time, he takes his time, kissing me and very, very lightly licking across my slit so he barely applies pressure.
I can’t help it, my hands go to his head to push him further, but he grabs them and holds them to the side along with my legs, so I am completely exposed and unable to do anything.
His kisses continue moving from leg to leg and across my pubic bone, driving me mad until I know I’m throbbing and wet. It’s like there’s an entirely separate heartbeat in my pussy, driving me mad.
“Please, Porter.”
“What do you want me to do?” he hums over me, sending vibrations into all the right places. “Say it.”
I don’t ever really swear, but this is one of those times that it’s okay. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
From my demand, Porter sets out to do just that, but with long, flat strokes. His mouth is completely covering my mound and his tongue is dipping low, brushing in all the right spots.
From his long, arduous persistence, pleasure threads down my legs to the very tips of my toes. My hands grip the blanket under me and a warm sweat breaks out over my skin as I meet my climax.
Under his hold, I buck against his tongue, feeling wave after wave of ecstasy falling over me. I quiver under him and I hold back the scream that wants to escape my mouth from the pulsing of my pussy.
“Ohh…my…” I breathe, not able to say anything more coherent.
Porter rustles around next to me until I hear the familiar sound of a condom being opened. With what little energy I have left in me, I watch Porter sheath himself, every muscle in his body rippling beneath him.
Returning to his position, he straddles my body and grabs my legs so they are now resting on his shoulders. He pushes forward slightly so I can feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I breathe heavily, knowing this is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I hold my breath and look Porter in the eyes as he takes his time entering me, inch by wonderful inch.
Thankfully yoga has done me well, s
o when he places his hands on the ground and bends my bottom half, I’m in no pain.
“Fuck,” he says with his eyes shut. “You’re so fucking flexible.”
I might not swear, but hearing passion for me in Porter’s voice when he swears turns me on more. He opens his eyes and I get to see a little vulnerability in them as he moves in and out of me.
Remember that little tilt up I talked about when describing his penis? Uh, yeah, I was right, it is an added bonus as it hits me in the right spot, deep in my canal. Chills rack through me from him hitting my g-spot, one thrust at a time.
The rhythm of his strokes matches my heartbeat that is screaming to beat out of my chest. I’ve never been so fulfilled in my life. The one boy who’s owned my heart for years is now making love to me, staring into my eyes as he pushes in and out of my most intimate of places.
The inside of my body burns with desire as he holds me captive under his eyes and body. I can’t help but not only stare into his eyes, but also revel in the way his perfectly defined physique flexes and rolls with each movement. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic.
Before I can stop myself, I stiffen under him and bite my lip to hold the scream in that is at the tip of my tongue. I clench around him and my entire body shudders. His hips move faster as my climax rolls, wave after wave of pleasure searing through me. A grunt escapes his lips and he reaches the precipice of his orgasm, tumbling over, pounding into me until I milk him for all he’s worth.
His hips slow down, but his breathing stays steady as he gasps for air, still looking down at me. He releases my legs and arms while he lowers his body down to mine. With his hands, he frames my face, pushing loose strands of my hair to the side. Lovingly, he leans forward and kisses my forehead, his lips pressed against me for longer than I expected.
The moment is intimate, affectionate, and romantic. If I didn’t already love the man, then I would have fallen hard for him right now, but that’s not the case because he’s always owned my heart.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
**MARLEY**
“Well it’s about time you called me, you hooker,” Marisa says over the phone.
Last night was…I can’t even describe it. Making love to Porter under the stars time and time again until we passed out on each other was a night I will never forget. It was perfect.
I woke up this morning with the biggest smile on my face and extra pep in my step. As I got ready for the day, I felt like the song, “Walking on Sunshine,” played everywhere I went. I’ve literally, never been this happy in my life. If only I didn’t have to bottle it all up so my dad and Paul didn’t think something was going on.
That’s why I stepped away from the campsite for a second to talk to Marisa. I had to release some of the glee that’s trapped up inside of me. I found an old train caboose on the campground used for decoration and decided to sit down on the steps that lead up to the little door.
“I’m sorry. It’s been hectic. Kind of non-stop family fun.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me about Porter. Last text I got from you was that he kissed you. Has anything else happened?”
“It’s been a great trip, Riss. We’ve seen ghost towns, giant windmills, and a blue whale. The people are incredibly nice…”
“I’m going to fly out to Missouri just to kick your ass if you don’t get to the good stuff. Come on, Marley!”
I laugh and then look around to make sure no one is around.
I sigh and press my head against the wall of the caboose while I gaze up at the sky. “Oh, my God, Riss. I had the best night ever, so freaking memorable. I was able to weasel my way into the tent with Porter.”
“How did you get that one past Bernie?”
“Told him I wanted to sleep under the stars.”
“And he bought that?”
I’m not going to lie, I was a little shocked he did. “Yeah, didn’t put up much of a fight.”
“Good, the Bernie Man let you have a night under the stars, so what happened?”
Replaying the night in my head, I clued Marisa in to what’s been going on with me and Porter. “At first, we were just joking around, but then it got hot, and I mean really hot. He went down on me…in the trailer.”
“Shut up!”
I practically whisper in my phone. “Riss, I’ve never come so hard in my life…that was until he made love to me last night.”
“What?! I’m dying over here. He did not. Did he?”
“He really did and it was amazing, Riss. I’ve had good sex, but this was completely different. I felt like I was finally making love to my soulmate. I didn’t want it to end. I woke up this morning, laying on his chest with his arms cradling me close to him. I can’t stop smiling.”
Marisa squeals in the phone and I can just picture her practically running in place from excitement. “Marley, I’m so excited for you. What did he say to you this morning?”
“Just that last night was amazing and then we made out for a while until we heard noises coming from the RV. We quickly tore apart and put our clothes back on. Porter left the tent first and I stayed a little while longer, pretending I was still sleeping, but in fact I was just replaying the night over and over again in my head.”
“I feel like I’m falling in love over this story. My little romantic heart can’t take it. So, what’s the plan? What happens now?”
What does happen now? I’ve been so consumed by Porter that I haven’t even thought about what happens after the road trip.
“Umm, I don’t know.” My voice shakes.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Is he going to move out to LA? From the way you described him, he might be able to pass as a muscular emo type. The flannels will definitely have to go, though, it’s not cold enough here to wear them.”
Marisa continues to talk as I try to conjure up an idea of how this might work out between Porter and me.
“Marley, are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”
“Let me guess, you haven’t had that conversation yet.”
“Not really. I mean, we just had sex for the first time last night. You kind of don’t have that talk right after, especially since we were still busy going to town on each other.”
“Do you think he would move?”
“I don’t know,” I say, shaking my head. “I mean, he works on the farm with my dad. I don’t know if he would leave. Porter’s the only help my dad has.”
“Well, you’re not moving back to New York.” There’s disgust is in Marisa’s voice and it kind of stings to hear her talk badly about where I grew up.
“New York is nice, Marisa. It’s really pretty and quaint in places, especially where I grew up.”
“There are farms there.”
“Yes, very good. And you know, farms are what help this country survive, so before you stick your nose up at them, I would think twice.” I become defensive.
“Whoa, I didn’t mean to offend you, Marley. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure out how this is all going to work out.”
Just as I’m about to answer, Porter walks around the corner and spots me with a sexy look on his face. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a half tucked in long-sleeved shirt that shows off the definition in his arms, and of course, his red hat. With the swagger of a thousand male models, he walks toward me.
I answer Marisa and quickly get off the phone. “When I find out, I’ll let you know. I got to go. I’ll talk to you later, Marisa. Love you.”
“Love you,” she says quickly before I hang up the phone.
Porter walks up to me and steps between my legs, pulling me up on the step, so now I’m at eye level with him—that’s how much taller he is than me.
“Talking to your boyfriend?” he jokes.
“Yeah, he’s wondering if you want to have a threesome.”
Even though my stomach is in knots, I still carry on a cheerful attitude, because today is supposed to be a fun day full of remembering my mom and finishing out the
last road trip she ever planned.
“Not a fat chance in hell.” Porter pulls me closer, and without looking around, grabs the back of my neck so my lips collide with his own. His tongue searches mine out and his other hand holds tightly onto my waist, just above my hip bone.
I fade into his touch, losing myself once again.
“Fuck, Marley. Why can’t we be on this trip alone?”
I smile at him and adjust his hat. “If we were, we wouldn’t get anywhere. We would probably still be in Oklahoma.”
“You’ve got that right.” He kisses my mouth quickly and then grips my hands and brings them up to his lips. “We’ve got to go. Your dad is finishing packing the RV and Paul is cleaning the dishes from breakfast.”
“How did you get out of that?”
“Thumb war. Your brother’s thumbs are entirely too small and weak compared to mine. He whined a great deal about the loss, especially since he’s so used to beating you. I really wonder how he served our country for four years. It’s got to be that damn heart of gold he has.”
“Only explanation I have,” I say, loving the way Porter speaks highly of Paul.
There are times when I want to throttle Paul, but he’s still my only sibling and the one I relied on through all of our family road trips. He was my best friend growing up, even though I might not have been his.
“Come on, baby, they’re going to start looking for us.”
He guides me off the steps and puts his arm around me, pulling my head in for a kiss. We walk like that until we get closer to the campground, that’s when Porter gently pushes my shoulder to the side and winks at me, his smile slicing me in half.
Then, he jogs in front of me, giving me a marvelous view of his rear end in those perfectly shaped jeans. I watch him high five Paul and then pat my dad on the back. They all get along so well, I can’t imagine them hating the fact that Porter and I have something between us, except for the fact that they would want to know the intention of our canoodling. And, in all honesty, I have no clue what the intent is besides having fun, but if that’s all it is, I might just break in half.