I think it was about half-way through the movie when Pike stretched his arm out and put it loosely around my shoulders. For a second I forgot it wasn’t old times. Everything felt so perfect. I felt happy. Everything felt right. It was the happiest I’d felt in a very long time.
I looked up at him and he smiled down at me but I didn’t smile back. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him to kiss me.
It didn’t matter to me at all anymore how much this shouldn’t be happening. It didn’t matter that if my parents ever found out they’d probably disown me… write me out of the will. But would I care? Right now all I cared about was Pike.
It seemed the look in his eyes was screaming the same thing. That he wanted to kiss me too, but I knew he wasn’t going to make the first move.
I swallowed hard and turned my attention back towards the movie screen. His soft whisper cut through my thoughts, “Are you enjoying the movie?”
“Yeah, I guess so… are you?” I said staring into his glowing eyes that he kept focused on the movie screen.
“Yeah. Sure.”
I turned back towards the movie, but I had no idea what was even happening anymore. There was a half-naked girl screaming as she ran down the street at night. I was pretty sure something was chasing her and she was probably about to do something really stupid.
I rubbed my fingers together as I stared at his thigh. If I touched his leg, I knew he wouldn’t stop me, but I was afraid of what it would start.
Once we went down that road again, would either of us be able to stop and turn back around? In a few days I wouldn’t have a choice. I had my life back in the city. And he had his here in Greenwood Pass.
We were older now. Things would be different. I could enjoy this for what it was and then go back to my life. Sure, I’d think about him from time to time, that was something I’d always done. Ever since I’d moved away he’d cross my mind. Nothing would change that.
I took a deep breath and put my hands down on his thigh. At first I held it still but then something happened and I started to slowly slide it inward. I felt the roughness of his jeans against my fingertips and the tight, solid muscle underneath them.
“Jamie,” he said and I turned towards him biting my lip. His eyes were still on the screen.
“Yes?” I said my breath getting caught in my throat.
He blinked a for a long second, “Nothing.”
I had made the first move. All bets were off.
His hand lazily glided down my shoulder and I snuggled closer to him, allowing him more access. He moved his hand lower and lower down my chest until his hand softly cupped my breast.
I sucked in a sharp breath as his thumb grazed my nipple. My body instantly reacted to his touch. I could feel my nipples pressing against my bra, aching for more.
The movie became annoying background noise as my mind and body was completely focused on Pike. Even the buttery scent of popcorn that filled the air started to give way to Pike’s masculine scent.
I moved my hand up his thigh and he stretched, spreading his legs even further apart. He wanted me to touch him and I wanted to too. I could feel his rock solid cock pushing against the fabric of his jeans. His cock was begging for freedom.
“Jesus Christ, Jamie,” he said with a soft groan as I tried to grab around his length as best as I could. His jeans were stretched tight, limiting my access.
He pinched and lightly rolled my nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes and could feel my wetness increase. I needed him and if the theater would have been empty I would have jumped on top of him right then and there.
I slid my hand inside his shirt feeling the silky skin of his muscular stomach. The moan that escaped me was soft, but I worried that someone might still hear me. If anyone had, they would know instantly that I wasn’t watching the movie. They’d also know exactly what was going on.
I popped open the button on his jeans and squeezed my hand inside. My fingers wrapped around the smooth skin of his thick, hard cock. I moaned.
“Aw, shit. Fuck,” he whispered pressing his face into my neck. “Don’t start something you won’t finish, babe.”
“I plan to finish,” I said in a voice that didn’t sound like my own. “And then you’ll finish too.”
I stroked him as best as I could within the limits of his jeans. We needed to get out of here. There was only so much we could get away with and I needed him. My mouth, my nipples, my wetness… my entire body needed to be consumed by Pike.
“Where can we go?” I said turning so I could kiss him. I needed to feel his mouth on mine.
He leaned towards me and kissed me hard as his hand slipped between my legs. His thumb pressed precisely at the right spot and I almost cried out his name. I rolled my hips towards his hand making sure he knew exactly how much I needed him.
His hand glided back and grabbed my ass. Pike’s fingers were caressing everything inch of me and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I was sure he could feel just how much I needed him through my jeans. I craved him with my entire body.
He thumbed my nipple as he tried to work me through the thick fabric. I stroked him thinking about what it had felt like when he had been inside me. Even though it was years ago, I could still remember. I could feel my orgasm quickly growing. It wouldn’t be long before it threatened to escape.
He slowed his movements and I was sure he could tell what he was doing to me. We needed to get out of here.
“My place… or do you want to finish the movie?” he said with a grin. “See what happens? So you know how it all ends?”
“Oh God no. Your place. Now,” I said between heavy breaths. I wanted to feel him inside of me… as soon as possible.
Chapter 11
The drive back to his house felt as though it took forever, but my desire for him didn’t wane in the slightest. Pike had both hands on the handles as he sped towards his house. Even though he wasn’t touching me my need for him was growing.
I had one arm wrapped around his middle and the other grabbing and massaging his massive bulge. His need for me hadn’t decreased either.
He was driving far too fast, but for some reason I didn’t care. As long as he was able to keep the bike on the road and avoid getting pulled over, the sooner we got to his place, the better.
When he pulled up to his small house, he’d barely stopped the bike before he was pulling me off and carrying me towards his front door. He kissed me as he clumsily opened the locked door.
After he lowered me to the ground, he slammed the door shut and pushed me against the wall. His hands were everywhere… pinching and pulling, stroking and caressing. I moaned out his name.
The more he unabashedly touched me, the more I started to feel as though I was rising towards the ceiling. Every single touch and every single kiss felt like heaven.
I twisted my fingers into his hair, kissing him as hard and as wantonly as he kissed me. Our tongues danced and twirled against one another perfectly.
“Jesus Christ, Jamie. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it. I need you. Right. Fucking. Now,” he said in my ear with a thick, husky voice. It was though he was asking for my permission. He wanted to hear me say yes before he ravaged me completely.
“Take me. Please, take me, Hyde,” I said using his real name. A name I’d only heard a few people ever use the entire time I’d known him. “I’m yours.”
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it aggressively over my breasts. He didn’t bother to fully remove it. It just stayed there clinging to my shoulders while he gave me his full attention.
Pike’s big hands cupped my breasts as he brushed his lips against every inch of my exposed skin. My hips pushed forward into him as if there was a magnetic force between us and I couldn’t, nor did I want to, resist the pull.
His fingers curled around the fabric at the top of my bra. He traced the lacy trim before he pulled the fabric down so hard I thought he might rip the bra right off of my body.
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The second my breast was exposed his lips were on my nipple… sucking, licking, and tugging at the sensitive flesh. I moaned, “Oh, Hyde.”
My hips rolled uncontrollably as I pressed my wetness against his hardness. I felt light-headed from my need for him.
I reached down to remove my shirt but Pike exposed my other breast and I forgot what I was doing. My hands pressed against the wall and I felt as though I was melting into it.
He thumbed, licked and pulled my erect nipples giving watching me as I reacted to his touches. My veins filled with a searing surge of pleasure.
Pike could bring me to orgasm without ever touching me below the waist. He’d been the only man to ever do this to me. And I felt as though if he touched me any more, I’d be thrown off the edge.
Even though it was amazing he could do that to me, it wasn’t what I wanted and I doubted he did either. He probably wanted to be inside of me just as badly as I wanted his cock filling me. I wanted every cell in my body to feel the pleasure of his cock bringing me to the edge.
“Oh, please,” I said sounding as though I were begging.
“Please what?” he asked with a sexy grin.
“Please… Hyde,” I breathed, “I need you now.”
I reached for the button on his jeans but I felt weak from everything he had done to me. I was in rapture. His hand slid over mine as we worked together to removed his pants in record time. I tried to help him with his cut and shirt but my fingers fumbled with every attempt.
After an agonizing ten seconds, he was standing there in front of me completely naked. He was unbelievably gorgeous. I almost couldn’t believe that I was there with him. He had the body of a Roman God and I don’t think he even realized it.
His body was covered in more tattoos than I remembered, but I liked them. I put my fingers on top of one of the news ones and lazily traced around the lines. When I finished my fingers slid down, down, down his stomach following the line between his muscles that led straight to his engorged cock.
I grasped his thickness and he leaned forward slightly placing his hands on the wall behind me to brace himself. He kissed at my neck as I stroked his length.
“Take them off,” he said shifting his gaze down between us.
I reluctantly let go of him and popped the button on my jeans. His cock seemed to throb at the movement. I wiggled out of my jeans and underwear, and before I could even step out of them, his fingers were sliding inside my wetness.
“Fuck. You’re so wet,” he said softly and I could tell by his voice just how turned on it made him.
“Only you,” I said but my voice felt as though it got stuck in my throat. But it was true, no one else ever made me feel exactly like this.
I reached behind me to remove my bra, but he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. He pressed my back into the wall and held up my weight as he swiftly drilled himself into me. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rough, it was though his need was too powerful. It was driving his every move.
He moaned as he thrust himself deep inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he paused.
“You OK?” I said tilting my head so I could try to look into his eyes.
“Give me a second,” he said refusing to meet my gaze. I smiled. “It’s you,” he said as if he needed to explain. “OK… I’m ready.”
He buried himself to the hilt before he slowly withdrew himself. I squeeze my eyes shut at the pleasurable torture. It wasn’t torture because it was painful, it was far from that, it was torture because it felt as though he was going to completely withdraw. But of course, he didn’t.
He thrust himself into me again so hard the whole wall shook. I pressed my head back into the wall as if I needed it to hold my head upright.
“No… no, no, no,” I begged, as he slowly pulled himself back. He stopped just at the edge and paused. “More! Please more!”
“I fucking love fucking you, babe,” he said softly into my ear as he started hammering himself into me losing his control. An animalistic need took over.
“And I love when you fuck me,” I said between gasping breaths. I could feel my orgasm climbing towards its peak. I inhaled his scent sharply as if he were my drug.
He pressed his forehead into mine and we locked eyes, “Come. Come for me.”
His fingers traced an invisible line down my breast, over my nipple and towards my inner thigh. He pushed my leg open wider allowing himself a bit more access to delve even deeper.
“Oh God,” I cried out as my world started to spin. He watched me intently as I drew closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said caressing the inside of my thigh as he pounded into me relentlessly. I thought we were both going to burst through the wall and end up on the grass outside.
I wanted our time to last forever. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d felt so good. But I couldn’t take it any more. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop myself from soaring off the cliff.
I cried out his name as my orgasm erupted and washed over my body from head to toe and back up again. My whole body tingled.
Pike watched me writhe against the wall, but then he pressed himself deep and let out a low noise akin to a growl. He swirled his hips and buried his face into my hair.
“Mmm… oh, fuck,” he said slowly as we floated back down to earth together. It felt as though our bodies had truly become one. This was how things should have been. “Jesus, Jamie.”
He slowly lowered me down, keeping his body close to mine. When I looked at him, his eyes were still closed as if he was still experiencing his climax. His heavy breaths danced across my neck.
“That was….” I couldn’t think of a single word to describe how it had been to be with him again after all this time. It was beyond incredible.
“Yeah,” he said reaching behind him to take an afghan off of the back of his sofa. He offered it to me, “Cold?”
“Yes, thanks,” I said fixing my shirt and bra before wrapping it around myself. Even though it had been amazing, it was starting to slowly sink in just how much I shouldn’t have let this happen. I pushed my fingers to my forehead and rubbed hard trying to make myself think of the right thing to say. It was amazing, but I didn’t want him to think it was anything more than what it was. Two people giving into something they couldn’t deny. Once. “I should probably get going.”
“What? No,” he said shaking his head. “You just got here!” He picked up his clothing off of the floor and tossed them onto the sofa.
“I’ll call a cab or something,” I said sweeping my jeans up off of the floor as I tried to keep the blanket wrapped around my body.
“Jamie don’t fucking do this,” he said crossing his arms.
“Don’t do what?” I said putting my hands on my hips. This was about the last conversation I wanted to have with him. Ever.
“Don’t run. You don’t have to run. I don’t want you to go. I never did.” I could see in his eyes just how badly he wanted me to stay.
“It’s just that I have to get back home… you know how they are.”
“But you’re not a teenager anymore, Jamie,” he said throwing his hand into the air and shaking his head.
He was right. I couldn’t meet his eyes, “I’m not sure they know that. And I have to get back to my life and well, you have to get back to yours. It sounds like you have a lot going on.”
“I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean.”
“Nevermind.”
There was a long pause where neither of us spoke. “When do you have to go back?” he asked with his head down.
“Two days… I have work. Where’s your bathroom?” I asked looking around the small house that was in need of some serious interior decorating.
“Will you come back tomorrow?”
“Pike, I… uh…, I really shouldn’t,” I said shaking my head side to side. Every inch of my body wanted to say yes, but there was a small part deep inside my brain that knew better.
That little part of me told me that if I agreed, I’d regret it.
“Just give me one more day. It’s all I’m asking for,” he said looking at me with rounded, puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t tell if he was doing intentionally or not.
There was part of me that felt as though I owed it to him after leaving him behind. Back then I gave into the pressures from my parents and my own fear of him being part of the club. The decision had been made for me. At least sometimes it felt that way.
“Yeah, okay. Sure,” I said and I wasn’t sure if I meant what I was saying, or if I was saying it because it would make him happy.
“Promise?” he said, as if he could tell I was already planning my escape route. I knew how important promises were to him, so if I agreed, I’d feel as though I’d have to keep my word.
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
“Say what?” I asked even though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. He wanted me to say the words.
“Tell me that you promise you’ll come back tomorrow… tomorrow morning,” he quickly added with a weak, pleading smile.
I shook my head, “I promise I’ll come back tomorrow. Sometime. But that’s the best I can do.”
“Fine. Let me give you a ride back.”
I nodded and he showed me where the bathroom was.
Chapter 12
The next morning, I woke up remembering my promise. It was the first thing I thought of and it started to echo through my head.
I actually felt excited to see him again. Part of me thought I’d wake up regretting it all, but I hadn’t. This feeling wasn’t something I was used to feeling, but I liked it. I was happy.
I took a hot shower, letting the water run down my body. It felt good as I inhaled the steam.
I dried off and quickly got dressed. When I saw my suitcase sitting there, it felt like I was looking at a timer counting down the time I had left to spend with Pike. It wasn’t like I needed the reminder.
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