[Alabama Summer 01.0] Where I Belong

by J. Daniels

  “I need you to fuck me now.” She sounds urgent, needy even. As if she didn’t just come all over my tongue. “Do you think you could do that?”

  I slide straight into her pussy as my answer. “Holy fuck, Mia.” She’s soaked, her need for me is just as strong as my need for her. I groan as she arches her back and presses her tits against my chest. Nothing has ever felt like this, and I know without a doubt that there is no other woman I want to experience this with besides Mia. And I also know I’m done using condoms with her. I won’t take her any other way. This is fucking perfection. I’m all the way in her, but I can’t move. Not yet. I am too fucking close to losing it and I want this to last.

  She wiggles beneath me, urging me on with her hands gripping my ass.

  “Give me a second, baby. You have no idea how good you feel right now and I don’t want to come in you just yet.” I drop my forehead to hers and steady my breathing.

  Her tongue darts out and she licks her bottom lip. “Why not? Can’t you get hard again right away? I was hoping this wasn’t a one and done deal.”

  I laugh, brushing against her lips with mine. “Are you challenging me? Do you want to see how hard I can fuck you and how hard I can get again just by looking at you? Just say the words and that’s what you’ll get.”

  She doesn’t say any words. Instead, she clenches down on me and squeezes me tighter than a vise grip.

  I rear up, grabbing her legs and pinning them against the mattress as I drive my hips into her. “Is this what you want? Fuck, baby. Is this how you want me to take you?”

  I can barely get my words out before I feel my orgasm building at an impressive rate. I’m fucking her like I haven’t had her in years, because that’s how I feel. I’m a man deprived, and I won’t stop until she can’t imagine not having me between her legs.

  The room becomes filled with our moans and the loud slapping sound of our bodies crashing together.

  “Yes! Oh God, Ben. Please.” She closes her eyes and arches off the bed, thrusting her chest into the air.

  “Mia, I’m coming in you, baby. I’m coming in this sweet pussy.”

  I give her everything and she takes it, coming on my cock as soon as I tell her I’m filling her. Her skin flushes pink, then red, bursting across her chest and up to her neck. She reaches for me and claws down my chest, giving me the pain that she knows I need.

  She’s perfect when she comes, a beautiful angel underneath me.

  I pull out and she sits up on her elbows, staring between my legs at the erection that is fully hard just for her.

  “You came, didn’t you?” she asks, her eyes full of shock. She doubts my desire for her, which she’ll never do again.

  I dip my finger into her and draw it to her mouth, coaxing her to taste what I gave her.

  She hits me with that seductive stare she mastered the night in the bar, and sucks on my finger, releasing it with a pop.

  My cock lengthens even more at the sight of her. My girl likes it.

  “Mmm. I guess that answers that question. Wanna go again?”

  I grab her, switching places so that I am now lying on the bed and she is kneeling next to me. “Ride me, baby. I want you to drive this time. Show me how much you want this cock that’s rock hard just for you.”

  She straddles me without hesitation, gripping me in her hand and guiding me into her slick pussy. “Oh God.” Her head falls back until I get fully inside her. Then she hits me with those big brown eyes again. “I forgot how deep you are this way. It feels like you’re hitting my ribs.” She moves slowly, rocking her hips in a gentle rhythm. As if I’m the fragile one.

  I practically fucked her through the floor and now she’s looking at me as if I’m breakable. I’m not, and she needs to know that.

  I grab her neck firmly and pull her down, crashing her mouth against mine. “Do I look delicate to you? Or do I look like a man that’s been starving for this pussy.” I scrap my teeth along her bottom lip and she whimpers. “Fucking ride me, Mia.”

  Her eyes widen and she nods once, purposely. And then she reaches behind her and digs her nails into my thighs, rearing up and fucking me with wild abandon.

  “Yeah, just like that. So good. So fucking tight, baby.” I grunt my praise to her as my eyes wander between her mouth and her tits. I lean in and suck on them, making her scream out and ride me harder. She alternates between rocking her hips, first fast then faster, while crashing down on me. White spots blur my vision as she takes me to the edge.

  “I need it, Ben. Oh God, I’m so close.” She scratches down my arms and I groan loudly, loving the pain that mingles with the pleasure.

  Christ, this woman knows exactly what I need and when to give it to me.

  “Are you gonna come on my cock, baby?” I grab her hips and begin directing the tempo, needing that last bit of control.

  I can never give it up completely, and even though Mia owns me, I need to dominate how we come together.

  “Yes,” she answers with a soft plea.

  “Come now, angel. I’m right there with you.”

  I grip her tightly and begin thrusting into her with everything I have. Giving her every part of me.

  Feel it. This is how I love you.

  We come together, loud and wild, and she collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close, feeling her heart hammering against my chest. Her skin is damp, glistening with sweat. We stay like this for several minutes, our breathing mirroring each other’s and coming down to a steadier pace.

  Being inside Mia, her body completely connected to mine, is all I’ll ever need.

  “Here, let me get something to clean you up with.”

  I slide her next to me and slip on my boxers before I disappear down the hallway. I peak in on Nolan, who is still passed out, before grabbing a hand towel from the bathroom and climbing back into bed.

  “We didn’t wake him, did we?” she asks as I wipe between her legs.

  The sight of my cum leaking out of her makes me want to beat on my chest like a damn caveman. Mine. I catch a yawn that she tries to muffle as she climbs under the covers.

  I toss the towel into the hamper after wiping myself off. “No, he’s out cold.” She curls up against my chest as I lie back on my pillow. I stroke her arm, feeling the goose bumps form against my touch like they always do. She hums softly against my skin. “Nolan’s a pretty deep sleeper. He fell asleep last year at the Fourth of July fireworks display over Canyon Creek. And that shit was loud. Maybe almost as loud as you.”

  My girl is a screamer. I love that. I want everyone in the entire state to know what I’m doing to her. My chest expands in pride at the thought.

  “I think he gets that from me, though. I can pretty much sleep through anything.” Her silence has me straining my neck down to catch her closed eyes. “Mia?”

  “Hmm?”

  I smile. “Did I render you speechless?”

  “Hmm.” Her arm that’s wrapped around my waist tightens as the rest of her body stays completely limp.

  She’s falling asleep, but she can’t let go of me. It’s as if she’s afraid I’ll slip away from her the moment she passes out. Or that I won’t be there when she wakes up. She’s holding on to me with everything she has, which is how I’ve always felt around her. Even when I was only holding on to the memory of us together.

  I press my lips to her forehead, pulling the covers up over us both. “Sleep, angel. You have me. I’m never letting you go.”

  And with those words to her, she finally relaxes.

  I DON’T WANT to open my eyes.

  I don’t want to wake up and have this not be real.

  I want to stay asleep for days, months, years even. Because this dream is different. This isn’t just my typical nightly fantasy that stars Benjamin Kelly bringing me to orgasm over and over. Not that those aren’t amazing. But this dream is better. Because he stayed. He is holding me like he did the first night we were together. It feels so right. So re
al. And I’m terrified of opening my eyes and discovering that I’m alone. That we’re still only friends. I can feel his skin against my cheek. I can smell his scent, the strong masculine pheromones that are purely Ben. Is my mind completely fucking with me right now? I shouldn’t be able to feel or smell anything. Right? My curiosity is piqued and I have to risk the disappointment I am sure to feel when I open my eyes.

  I peek one, then both open, and I almost cry at the sight of him. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy before. Forget sleeping forever. I never want to pry my eyes away from the man that is asleep right next to me.

  He’s in my bed.

  It wasn’t a dream.

  His breath blows across my forehead, his legs tangling with mine under the covers. It’s real. I reach up and brush my finger down his nose, seeing his lip twitch slightly. I run my finger over the tattoo that covers his shoulder, tracing over the outline of the design. It’s beautiful. The way the colors blend together, the way it stretches down his arm and over his muscles. It’s a scene of objects and quotes, but certain ones stand out. “Nolan” is etched on his skin in the handwriting of a child. It’s the sweetest thing, and I trace over it several times with the tip of my finger. Ben stirs underneath me as my finger runs up and over the police shield that is on his upper arm. The words “Honor The Fallen” in bold ink stands out on his tanned skin. I run over the words several times as my mind drifts.

  How many fallen men did Ben know? He doesn’t have the safest job, and the thought of him being in danger is enough to make me want to hold on to him forever and not let him out of my sight. If something happened to him . . . no. I can’t go there.

  He stirs beneath me again, and the feel of his finger brushing down my nose brings my attention up to his face.

  “Hey.” I press my lips to his chest and rest my chin on my hand.

  His eyes seem brighter in the morning, almost as if there is a light shining behind them. His hair is a bit messy and he’s rocking the perfect amount of stubble. I could get used to morning Ben.

  I run my finger down his nose and he catches it, bringing it to his lips.

  “I like it better when you’re not trying to sneak out on me in the morning.” He rolls over onto his side, running his hand down my arm. “You looked like you were stuck in that pretty little head. What’s going on?”

  I glance from his tattoo back to him. “Have you ever been shot at?” He raises his eyebrows, seemingly unprepared for that type of question. I trace over the words underneath his shield again. “I mean, your job is really dangerous, isn’t it?”

  “Sometimes. But I’ve never been put in a situation like that. Luke got shot in the leg a couple years ago.” My eyes widen, and he shakes his head at my worried stare. “The bullet barely grazed his shin, but when he tells the story, he almost died. I’m pretty sure his version has gotten him laid on more than one occasion.” His hand grips my hip tightly and he pulls me against him. His eyes darken to a devious shade as I become aware of his need for me. Very aware. “Is my girl worried about me?” he asks, rolling on top of me and settling his body between my legs.

  “Yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting up my pelvis to grant him access.

  He enters me slowly, groaning and dropping his forehead to mine. “Don’t be.” He kisses my lips once, then once more. “Nothing could take me away from you. You’ve got me, baby. This is where I belong. Right here.” He braces himself on his hands, thrusting into me deeply. “Christ, there’s nothing like this.” His voice is strained, his eyes focused on my face, gently caressing my features as he moves inside me.

  “Ben.” I reach up and stroke his cheek.

  The connection we share is so strong, so undeniable. I never want to break it. He’s so familiar to me. Being with Ben feels like being home. And I can’t imagine my life without this man in it. But after the summer is over, what will we have? Will it all just be how this thing between us started out? A beautiful memory that was never meant to last? I can’t imagine how difficult leaving him is going to be, so I don’t think about it. I don’t allow unwanted thoughts to pull me out of this moment with him. I just focus on him.

  “Oh God. You feel so good,” I moan, lifting my mouth to his. My legs grip him tighter; my arms holding our bodies together like a taut rubber band. I need every part of him touching me. I can’t get close enough. I’ll never get close enough.

  His hips crash against mine as his hands brace my ankles on his shoulders, tilting my pelvis to that delicious angle. I reach above me and press my hands flat against the headboard, forcing him deeper. Meeting his every thrust. That familiar pull is already building in my core and I watch, mesmerized by the way the muscles of his upper body contract with each thrust.

  He runs his eyes down my body and settles right where he’s entering me. “Touch yourself for me,” he demands with both his tone and his eyes that are daring me to refuse him.

  I slide my hand down my body and stop when my fingertips feel the hard edge of his cock sliding in and out of me. “Oh, my God. I’m so wet.”

  “Fucking right you are. God, Mia. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this. I’ll never get enough, baby.”

  He continues to drive into me while I rub against my soaked clit. We find a rhythm, my two fingers circling while he fucks me, and I suddenly feel drugged with pleasure. At some point, he wraps my legs back around his waist, but I don’t even register it happening. I’m lost. Completely lost in the feel of him. Just him.

  “I’m close,” I pant, seeing a sly smile form on his wet lips.

  “You think I don’t know that?” He presses his thumb against my fingers and begins moving with me, directing the tempo. I reach up with my free hand and grip his neck, pulling his face down to mine. Our mouths tangle in a brutal kiss, and I feel his air fill my lungs.

  We are in that moment together, so completely in tune with each other that neither one of us hear the door creaking open.

  “Daddy. I can’t get dis off.”

  Nolan’s husky voice causes me to gasp and Ben to curse under his breath. The orgasm that is about to rip my body apart quickly evaporates.

  I look over at Nolan, seeing a cupcake in his hand and his face covered in green icing. His big gray eyes dart between me and his father.

  “What arwe you doing wiff Pwincess Mia?”

  I cover my face with my hand and try to contain my hysterics while Ben slides off me, keeping his back to Nolan. I pull the sheet up to my neck.

  “Buddy, can you go wait for me on the couch? I’ll be right there.”

  But Nolan isn’t having that. Instead of leaving the room, he climbs up onto the bed, causing Ben to let out a string of muffled curse words as he tries to keep his erection hidden. My entire body is shaking with my laughter as Nolan holds the cupcake out to me, completely unaffected by his father’s struggles.

  “Can you take dis paper off?” His dimpled grin hits me, along with his crooked smile.

  I smile back at him, taking the cupcake and pulling off the wrapper. “Are you having cupcakes for breakfast, Sir Nolan?”

  I guess this is my fault. I completely forgot to put all the treats away that I purchased yesterday before I stormed off to bed. But in my defense, I was more concerned with offending Ben with my tits than putting sugary snacks out of the reach of little hands.

  Side note: He’s definitely not offended by my tits.

  He nods quickly and takes his cupcake back. I anticipate him leaving, but no, Nolan has other plans. He crawls toward me and wiggles between Ben and me, flopping down onto my pillow. “Were you and Daddy kissing?”

  I look quickly over at Ben, seeing him sliding on his boxers underneath the covers. He winks at me, giving me the go ahead to answer however I want to. I turn my body toward Nolan and prop up on my hand, making sure to keep myself completely covered.

  “I was kissing your daddy. When two people really care about each other, they usually kiss.” My eyes meet Ben’s again. �
�A lot.”

  He chews up his bite and takes another one. “Can we go swinnin today, Daddy? I wanna show Pwincess Mia how I can jump in da pool.”

  Apparently, Nolan is finished discussing anything involving kissing. My answer was either sufficient enough to satisfy his curiosity, or he is a three-year-old boy who has his priorities straight.

  He pops the last bit of cupcake into his mouth and reaches his finger toward Ben, running it down his nose.

  Ben smiles and does the same back. “Yeah, we can go swimming. But I need to take you back to Mommy’s house before dinner.”

  Nolan sits up with a protesting grunt and pounds his tiny fist into Ben’s chest. “No, Daddy. I wanna stay here wiff you and Pwincess Mia.”

  I haven’t seen Nolan display any emotion besides pure joy, but right now, he is definitely not a happy kid.

  “Don’t hit me, Nolan.” Ben’s gentle voice he always uses with him is gone and replaced with a stern fatherly tone. Even I cower a bit at it. He grabs Nolan’s fist. “If you throw a fit like that again, you aren’t going swimming. Do you understand?”

  Nolan nods, his face falling as if Ben had just told him that dragons don’t exist.

  I reach over and run my finger down his nose. He perks up and does the same to me. “No sad faces allowed. Why don’t you go grab me and Daddy a cupcake?”

  He grins and scrambles off the bed, the quick tapping of his feet tapering off in the distance.

  “Your son just totally cock blocked you. Are you going to be okay down there?” I quickly slide off the bed, brushing over the front of Ben’s boxers.

  “Not if you keep doing that I won’t be,” he warns. His hand grabs mine and he pulls the two fingers that I’d been using moments ago into his mouth, sucking on them as I stare with fascination. That has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.