by Frankie Love
But that isn’t what happened when I saw Luke out there in the cold. Nothing about him appeals to me in a way that makes me feel alive. Luke and my family and our church are full of good, wonderful things.
But nothing like the wonderful way I felt last night when Jaxon was inside me.
Nothing like the wonderful way I felt when his cock was in my mouth.
Those things made me feel alive.
What does that say about me? I don’t think I want to know.
I shake my head. This has to stop. This whatever is going on here, my quarter-life-crisis or whatever, is not gonna fly. Even if I wanted to, I can’t have Jaxon again. My home, my family, my life, is in Coeur d’Alene.
Not in the woods. Not with Jaxon. He wasn’t looking for a relationship last night; he was looking for the same thing as me.
A night full of passion—but passion with time constraints. Meaning, I should leave him be, let him get back to his beautifully tattooed, bearded-face, chiseled-abs life. Let him return to cutting down trees and brewing his own beer or whatever else a lumberjack does all day.
No way will my uncle let me stay at his cabin once he finds out what I did last night. I have to face the facts.
The South is not the only Bible-belt. My family is conservative; I’ll be an example to my younger siblings.
I brush another tear from my cheek, still undressed. I need to hustle.
A knock on the bathroom door startles me. I’m still naked, but undone in other ways, too.
“Harp, you okay?” Jaxon asks.
“Is Luke there?” I ask.
“No.” There’s a pause. “Can I come in? We need to talk.”
“I’m not dressed.”
“Good.”
My breath catches. Is this what I want? Jaxon to see me again … take me again?
The answer is obvious. It wasn’t even a question, was it?
“I need to know if Luke is gone,” I say, my hand on the doorknob, already filled with hope that Luke has left.
“He’ll be back in an hour. He went to get your stuff, but he’s parked quite a ways back. Guess the roads are bad for a few miles.”
“We have an hour?” I ask, swallowing. I look at myself in the mirror, noticing the curve of my hips, the way my waist narrows, the way my large breasts hit my skin, they hang so largely on my small frame.
I’ve never seen myself as a sexual being; wearing modest clothing and covering myself is a requirement in my household, and I’ve never questioned it.
But as I look at myself in the mirror—trying on the identity of no longer being a virgin, the one thing I’ve idolized for so long—I like what I see. Who I am.
I run my hand through my hair, trying to straighten it. It’s no use. I let go and the long tendrils fall around my shoulders, fall in front of chest, my nipples poking out between the strands.
“Harper, you sure you’re okay? I can’t have the girl I took last night crying in my bathroom the next morning. It kinda kills my confidence.”
“I’m okay, Jaxon.” I open the door and step into him.
His hands rest on the doorframe, his open shirt baring a ripped stomach covered in black ink, in that criss-crosses his body, telling a story I will never have the privilege to know.
He reaches his arms around me, my bare skin pressing against him. He squeezes me tightly, not sexually … even though that is what I’m gunning for.
“You sure you’re alright?” Jaxon asks, his chin resting on the top of my head. I smile, liking the way I fit against him. “That was all a little intense out there with Luke.”
“Luke isn’t mean. He just didn’t want to marry me. He said God told him we weren’t right for one another. How could I argue with that?”
Jax snorts.
“Right, how can you fucking argue with God?” he asks.
Jaxon doesn’t understand the weight of God’s will in the place I was raised, by the people who raised me—my church family. God, to them—I mean us—is everything.
That’s why after Luke broke things off, I kept moving forward. Sure, I needed to give myself space to heal—that’s why I came to the woods in the first place. But I knew the breakup was okay if it was what God wanted. I know I can get through it.
Okay, and it also relieved me in ways I don’t know how to quite admit.
I was never in love with Luke, and I doubt he ever truly loved me. If he did, he wouldn’t have broken things off a few days ago.
“You want to go back with him?” Jaxon asks, pulling away so he can look in my eyes.
I must have been so overwhelmed last night with lust, because I never noticed the beautiful brown flecks filling Jaxon’s irises. His eyes feel safe, and even though he plays it tough, I know he isn’t only tough edges. There’s a hidden softness to him, a softness I want. Now.
“I don’t want to, but I need to,” I say earnestly.
“Ever think of doing what you want?”
I smile softly. “Yeah.” Shaking my head, I look to the floor. “But what I want doesn’t seem very realistic at the moment.”
“Take what you want, Harper. If even for a moment. Give yourself that.”
“Is that easy for you?” I ask him. “To take what you want? Because it’s never even been a option for me.”
“Fuck, maybe I’m just a selfish prick, but why the hell not try it on for size?” Jaxon asks. “We have an hour. Take this hour and do what you want. No questions asked. Then when you go back to your weird-ass life with Luke or whatever, at least you’ll remember what it felt like to—”
I cut him off, defensive. “I’ll remember what it felt like to be alive.” I look back up at him, feeling greedy and selfish, feelings I’m not used to at all.
Feelings that are spreading warmth throughout my body.
Can I really do this? Take what I want right now?
“You sure you’re all right with me taking what I want, Jaxon? Because it pretty much involves your complete package.”
“Oh honey, I’ll give you my package.”
The first smile I’ve had all day spreads across my face. “Your turn. I’ve already shown you mine.”
I pull my hair back, standing before Jaxon completely naked, ready to take what I want.
Him.
Chapter Eight
JAX
This woman is too good for me.
I don’t say that because I don’t deserve to have a nice piece of ass give me a morning delight—but, fuck, Harper is just so damn pure.
She’s almost too soft, too delicate to look at.
To take.
Sunlight from the window falls across her creamy skin and she looks like some goddess, her perfect tits perky and present, her shoulders narrow. Her body fit so perfectly against mine, but I think a person like Harper would fit against anyone. She would make anyone better by just standing next to them.
Her skin is completely unmarked—no scars, no stretch marks, no imperfections.
But God, this girl is scared. You can see it in her eyes—and, yeah, I joked about giving her my complete package and her taking what she wants, but I’m not a prick. I’m not interested in fucking a woman who is going to regret it.
And looking at Harper, her eyes swollen and her face streaked in tears, all I can think is that she must feel like a fallen angel.
But she has a long fucking way to go to lose her grace.
“I don’t want you to regret being with me,” I say.
I’d say something is wrong with me, because I’ve never spoken words like this in my life, but I know as a man it’s the right fucking thing to do.
“You don’t want me now?” she asks, blinking in confusion.
“Oh, honey, I want you. I just don’t want you to go home and feel like you have to confess for the way I fucked you this morning. I don’t want to be the reason your family disowns you.”
“My family won’t disown me,” she says quickly. “I mean, I don’t think.”
“So you want t
his?” I ask.
“I do, Jaxon. I really, really do.” Desire drips from her lips, and I don’t need to be asked a third time to fuck anybody.
Especially not someone like her.
After ripping off my flannel, I unbutton my pants, slip them off. I don’t have any boxers on and my cock springs up at attention.
“How do you want me to fuck you, honey? I know you must have been dreaming of it all night long,” I say.
“I want you to take me to your loft.”
I look over at the ladder, and smile. “Sure, but the ceiling is low up there, that gonna be okay?”
“That’s fine,” she says, another smile spreading across her luscious lips. “Because I kind of want to sit on you. That’s a way to have sex, right?”
“Yeah, it is, and then you can sit on my fucking face.”
She looks confused, and instead of explaining I pull her close to me and smack her round little ass. Cupping her breast with one hand I put my mouth to her firm nipple and suck it hard.
Licking her tits, I just want to massage them all fucking day long. I press my face in them and inhale the scent of her milky womanhood. My cock grows stiff with desire and I imagine her titty-fucking me soon enough.
I run my thumb over her lips, and then bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her hard, our tongues entwined as I make love to her mouth.
She’s already moaning in pleasure, and I grab hold of her ass cheeks and lift her up. Her legs effortlessly wrap around me and her arms circle my neck.
“I’m so wet down there,” she whispers, and her voice tickles my ear, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple over me.
I don’t know if it’s her talking about her wetness, or my wood already throbbing with readiness, but I carry her to the ladder and tell her to climb.
I want to be under her as she climbs those rungs. my face right under her pussy as she makes her way up to the loft. I can’t help but run my hand between her thighs as she steps; she giggles softly, and my cabin has never been filled with such a sweet motherfucking sound.
She’s as wet as she promised.
She climbs higher and her ass is in my face. I press my face to her cheeks, a hand wraps around her waist, and I kiss her perfect ass.
As she climbs higher I see her wetness drip down her leg, and I can’t help but slide my tongue up the length of her, wanting her to take the final step to the loft so I can push her on the mattress, open her folds, and begin sucking on her juicy pussy.
“Jaxon,” she moans, crawling over to the mattress, and I trail her. “I want to touch you again.”
“Of course, honey, I’m all yours.” My cock is so hungry for her; I’m so hard and thick, ready for her to take me.
I lie on the bed and grin as she straddles me, my cock in front of her.
“Don’t say it’s fucking pretty this time,” I tell her.
“But it is, Jaxon,” she moans, licking her lips. Her nipples are so hard, I can’t help but reach up and thumb them gently.
She holds my cock in her hand, then says, “Do I just, like, sit on it?”
I suppress a smile, loving the question, the innocence, the desire to learn.
Oh, I’ll teach her.
“How about first you suck my cock,” I say. “I know you’re wet, but I want to get you nice and ready.”
“What do you mean?”
“Turn around.”
She leans her head to the side in question, but obediently turns, so her little ass is right in my face again. Like I want it. Like I need it. Her little pussy is ready to be worked.
“Now lean over, and suck me hard,” I tell her. I grab her ass and pull her closer, wanting her to sit right on my face so I can lick every inch of her.
“Oh, oh my gosh, Jaxon, is this … okay to do?” she asks as I hold her thighs, burying my face in her folds, just like I wanted.
“Oh, honey, trust me.”
She leans over and my cock is instantly covered with the warmth of her mouth, her lips covering my hard rod, and she begins bobbing up and down. Oh, yeah, this is what I wanted to wake up to.
Not that fucker, Luke.
Knowing I’m the one with Harper on my face, not him, I’m anxious to make her scream so loud he hears. I want him to know that I can make her come, make her squirt.
I run my tongue over her slit, up and down, nice and slow, and I immediately taste the juice seeping from her pussy.
Oh, this girl likes a good licking. I dip my tongue in her opening, nice and deep, and she writhes above me; her sucking on my cock slows and she finds a pace we can both work with.
She bobs up and down on my cock as I flick back and forth against her pussy walls. Her clit is a nice round bulb that I want to run my mouth over all day.
But I have less than an hour, so I’ll make the best of it.
I push her ass up a bit, my beard covered in her juice, just like I wanted. I want to get my hand inside her, finger fuck her hard, because I know she’s never had that, never had fingers rubbing her clit nice and fast until she screams.
Oh, fuck, I want her to fucking blow.
She needs to. This honey pot hasn’t been licked for twenty-one years. It’s time.
Her cock sucking slows as she realizes that I am pressing a finger in her tightness.
“Is that your hand?” she asks.
“Just a finger. You can’t handle a hand.”
“Some women can?” she asks in awe.
I can’t see her face, and I wish I could. I want to see her wide eyes full of wonder.
“Some women like a good fisting, but not you, Harper, not yet. Right now, I’m gonna go nice and slow, until you come all over me.”
I love having her thighs around my face, her nice pink pussy right above me. I press two fingers in her, and move fast, up and down, faster and faster, and then use my other hand to rub in circles right at her opening until she’s pouring all over my face.
This girl is a fucking waterfall, gushing with her pussy juice in a way I never get, because most women are too dried up for this kind of finger fuck.
But Harper is so tender, new. Untouched.
But she has been now—her back is arched, her moans increasing, louder and louder as she nears orgasm.
“Oh, Jaxon,” she screams, as she moves to all fours.
I sit up, my fingers still inside her, pounding her pussy walls as she climaxes around them, tightening as she’s overcome with ecstasy.
I motherfucking got her off and I know she loved every last lick, every single flick. She fucking loved me touching her, and now she’s gonna take my cock.
HARPER
My body is covered in sweat, my insides wrecked in the most perfect way possible.
How am I ever going to go back to real life?
I still have a few minutes … I hope.
“Do we have time?” I ask.
Jaxon’s cock is still standing at attention. I loved having him in my mouth again, loved the way his thickness filled me, nearly taking my breath away. I took him deep in my throat, as deep as he could go, and still there was more of him. His cock was so big, so perfect.
I want him to fill my other opening now.
“We don’t have much time, a few minutes,” Jax says. “So I’m going to tell you what we’re gonna do.”
“What?” I ask, turning to face him, both of us sitting on our knees. The low wood-paneled ceiling slopes above us, and this small loft feels like a private oasis. Ours. And I know that’s silly, I know this is a dream that is ending soon, and that when Luke drives me back home it will end in a nightmare—but right now I don’t want to wake up.
Right now I want to stay in this fantasy with Jaxon, the fantasy that he has somehow brought to life. This bearded mountain man seems to know exactly what I need and has been willing to give it to me.
I must be greedy to take so freely.
“You’re going to sit on my cock, just like you wanted.”
Jason leans back on the pillows of his bed,
his glorious cock standing so tall. I smile, completely undone by him.
“So I just kind of … sit on it?”
“Yeah, honey, but nice and slow.”
Jax holds my waist with both hands, and as I lean up, to try and position myself over him, I can’t help but feel amazed that I am still here, having sex, with him. This gorgeous man with arms covered in tattoos, arms so ripped with muscles, and eyes that sear into mine.
And in this singular moment, he is mine. All mine.
He lowers me onto his cock. I hold the base of it as he settles me down.
“Oh, wow, that is so … full,” I say, not able to sit down on him. It’s so massive and hard, and I can feel it stretch my tight pussy. I lean over his chest as I ease him into me. I’m still so wet and willing that my body eases any discomfort by lubricating his cock with my own juices.
“Oh, yeah, just move up and down, nice and slow,” he says to me, his hands on my hips as I swivel around, completely filled with him. I can’t help but moan as I fully relax into him.
“I feel like I’m going to orgasm just by sitting on you, Jaxon,” I tell him honestly. But Jax moves my hips around, and I give in to the motion; the moment I do, I feel the way his cock hits my walls in a way his hand never could.
I feel my wetness pour out again as he rubs at my opening with his finger, nice and slow, in a circular motion.
“Oh, Harp,” he says, his eyes closing in enjoyment. “That feels so fucking good.’
His encouragement excites me; I can’t help but begin to move faster and, as I do, everything within me begins mounting in pleasure, building higher and higher as his cock rubs nice and good inside me.
He holds my tits in place, massaging them, and I love having his hands all over me, caressing me. I smile, loving the way my body brings him more pleasure. I want to pleasure Jax forever.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, pulling me down, to his chest, as I continue to ride him. He cups my face in his hands and our eyes are locked.
In a make-believe world, in a world where I could actually do what I wanted, with whom I wanted, I would love to indulge in this fantasy. In my fantasy world, Jaxon wouldn’t let me go after this morning—he would insist I stay, insist I stay in this very bed.