by M. C. Cerny
“Lia.” Growling, I bit her shoulder as her hips bumped upward and I let go in a haze of pinpricks to my vision. The dam of restraint burst and we both panted meeting in skin slapping thrusts. She whimpered to take all of me to the root. Her ankles wrapped around my waist, pulling me down to seat in her fully. Her hips gyrated and satisfied grunts erupted from her chest. I felt like a beast rutting bare inside her relentlessly. She encouraged me to continue pulling me closer, the tight beads of her nipples pressed against my chest, both of us heaving to catch our breath. We shouted completely spent in front of the dying embers of the fire likely terrifying the wildlife for miles around us. I wrapped us up in the blankets, rolling to my back pulling her over me off the cold floor before passing out.
There was something supremely satisfying about rolling over in the morning into warm and willing arms despite the cold hard floor. We survived the night and the bond of shared experiences gave me hope I shouldn’t be having in the light of day. It also gave my hard dick a place to slide into, but not just any place. Lia seriously felt like she could be something more when I slowly rocked between her thighs. Breathy moans and gasps with each motion of my hips into the cradle of hers spurned me forward. I cupped her face in my hands eyes watching each other until I gave into the temptation to kiss her all over again. Her pupils dilated and pulsed as I jetted seed inside her.
“I don’t know if I can give this up.” I mumbled in her shoulder wondering what the hell more looked like.
Lia pushed back gathering the wool to cover her breasts. I playfully tugged the blanket but she resisted slightly and I let go. I didn’t know where this left things and somehow I became the girl expecting this to mean something. What the hell was wrong with me?
“You planning on keeping me out here?” Her head cocked to the side and I contemplated my response.
Instead, I grabbed the blanket. If this was all I was getting, it better damn well be more than once. “Get over here. I haven’t finished with you, girl.” I made an animalistic sound and laid her out underneath me pushing inside her wet, squelching center.
“Oh God, I’m going to have bruises all over.” Yeah, she definitely would, but nothing my kisses couldn’t fix. As much as she complained she met me canting her hips into mine, the skin pinched together with the force of our eager bodies thrusting.
“The best kind.” I rolled us over so she was on top. I picked up her hips, changing the rhythm. Her head rolled forward as if she could no longer hold her body up, hands slipping on the slickness of my sweated shoulders to brace on the hard wood floor. Her knees rocked and I slid my hands up her sides to hold her up by palming her breasts.
“Whit…” Lia closed her eyes on a full body shudder. She rocked her head back exposing the long graceful line of her throat. I wanted to bite her, mark her. It was primal and territorial, something new for me. Her eyelids fluttered down and her mouth opened on a low moan. She clenched around me, nails clawing my shoulders, and I lost myself letting everything go as I shot cum inside her. There was something animalistic about filling her up as she hugged me tighter to her and our chests resumed normal heartbeats.
I’d never felt this kind of connection to another woman before and it was strangely satisfying basking in the afterglow. I didn’t want to push her away, nor was I as eager to leave. It was a shame the outside civilized world waited for us.
9
Lia
Is this what having your mind blown meant? This floaty, disconnected feeling that left you numb and buzzed at the same time? Could I say this was the best sex ever? Was that allowed after one night? Not that I was a total ho like my roommate and not that I had a lot of sex per say, only one other fumble, but who’s counting? There’s always room for improvement, right?
Whittaker Jones rocked my world so hard I wasn’t sure I was up for better any time soon. Now I understood what women meant when they said they were floating on cloud nine and smiling from ear to ear with the sordid acts of sex leaving their bodies blissful and sore. Heck, if there was better, my mind would be permanently blown, my thighs chaffed and my legs adopting a new wobble. How did one recover from such things?
Writing my philosophy paper on what joy means to me would be easy-peasy this week. Heck, I’d turn the assignment in early. My mind emptied all the external noise and my body fluttered vibrating with renewed energy. I’d say my stomach quivered with butterflies, but it was more like large condors having a dance party, that’s what this man did to me.
It begged to answer the question of why was I ever attracted to Ryder West in the first place. The concept was beyond me. That boy could talk football all day long without taking a breath and I’d still be sitting on the sideline without a clue. We had absolutely nothing in common except for my insistence that we could have made beautiful babies a decade from now when he retired from pro-football and we all knew that wasn’t a sound basis for wanting to hook up with a guy who probably couldn’t even spell philosophy. My dad warned me about shifty guys like him, but then I’d been woefully unprepared for the wicked dirty talking boy scout.
A fingertip trailed a lazy stroke down my arm bringing me back to the present moment. I looked over my shoulder to find my sexy forest ranger with disheveled hair and an easy grin staring at me. Now this one, he could make pretty babies all on his own. At the least, he deserved to be on a calendar, all twelve months.
“Don’t you look all satisfied.” Whit smirked kissing me, a gentle tug rolled us over on the cold hard floor of the cabin. My bones ached and muscles stung from overuse, wrung out from the night before. It was a wonderful penance to pay and my inner ho petitioned for an easy-pass for, well, easy access.
I lay over his bare chest, my breasts pressed against his while he supported my weight. My fingers found his hair and I played with the unruly strands. “I’m pretty sure you’re just as satisfied.”
He tapped my ass with the palm of his hand. “No complaints, pretty girl.”
Our sighs commingled content in the early morning rapture unwilling to break the spell. The fire was nothing but glowing embers under gray ash and puffs of smoke in the chilled cabin. Whit had his body wrapped around mine like a bear. A shirtless, mostly hairless, big ass bear whose thickly corded muscled limbs entwined with my own. I wanted to shout, “Hey Boo-Boo,” like he was my own Yogi Bear and make a picnic of his body.
Summer sausage, anyone?
Yes, please.
I bit back a giggle covering my mouth snort. Happily trapped underneath him, I wiggled closer as sunlight inched over the window sill. Muscles twinge and for now, filled with blissfully few regrets. Morning came too quickly and with it the reminders of how I got here to begin with. I tried to fall back asleep, but it was impossible now and I was too cold without the fire and my clothes.
Dinah and Ryder would be together by now, the hot new item across campus by Monday morning. Mateo would be all too eager to tell me about it and how they made out comforting each other like spider-monkeys while I was missing in the woods. Connor, poor sweet idiot, would probably ask me if I saw any bears out here. Only one, and he was currently rubbing his toes up my calf and nudging his knee between my legs.
“Are you awake yet?” There was the morning gruffness to his voice that sounded like it had gone unused for a long time instead of mere hours.
“No. I must be dreaming. I want to go back to sleep,” I yawned too big for my mouth as the words muffled together.
He cleared his throat and his hands slipped down, holding my waist tight, flush against him. My backside grazed his thick proud cock rubbing between my cheeks. “All right, then it won’t matter what I do next. You just go right back to sleep.” He flipped me over, completely caging his body over mine, his legs spreading mine wide to rut against me in slow strokes that brought the head of his penis bumping against my backdoor.
Sleepy sex was dirty sex.
Rolling my eyes, I checked over my shoulder to see a wicked grin change his face. “Not even in my dream
s.” I moved against him, teasing, and he groaned. The sound vibrated against my back making us both laugh.
“Too soon?” He joked.
“It was never on the table, Ranger Jones.” I quipped into his slightly disappointed face. I wasn’t sure anything was off the table with this man, but I didn’t know him that well, and with the prospects of a fresh shower looking slim I preferred to pretend that part of me didn’t exist right now.
“Hmm, too bad.” Heat between my legs shot up my overall body temperature and I let my head fall between my elbows, which propped my body off the floor. The cage of Whit around me kept me warm and his hard long member pierced me slowly, stretching skin and sore tender tissue wider.
“Oh!” I couldn’t keep the sound under wraps when he executed multiple shallow strokes designed to graze the button inside me hurtling me off into multiple orgasm land.
“Does it feel good, Lia? Do you want me slow down or speed up? I could do this for a really long time, as long as you want me to.” He tortured me, robbing speech from my lips as I struggled to maintain oxygen to my brain. Remorse filled me that I said I only wanted one night of this, but I knew more time with Whit would emotionally slay me when he realized he didn’t want me anymore.
“Faster, Whit. Fuck me faster,” I begged him, chucking my regret away. My breasts swung with the stroke, nipples pebbled, and the jerk simply slowed down, biting my shoulder rough enough to leave a mark.
“That’s your dream, baby. This one is mine. I want you begging for it.” My inner muscles clamped down tight and the sensation of slowly being taken over from the inside out was only tempered by how wet I was for Whit.
“P-please.” He gave me half a dozen rapid thrusts, which I was unprepared for and lost my balance under him.
“I got you, Lia.” His arm slid under me, gentle, taking the pressure off my arms. He started again this time thrusting slowly until I was crying and forgetting my common sense.
He was that good.
The orgasm that hit me was like lightning and too quick to catch as I frantically attempted to meet his pumping hips move for move. My heart beat so fast it was like the wheels on my bike in spin class had flown off running away with careless abandon. We collapsed on the ground and his body crushed me for a moment before he rolled off and the cold bit my damp skin. I lay there, eyes shut, more at peace and complete than ever before and in so much danger of losing my reckless heart.
Whit was everything a man should be…rough and gentle, honest and funny…and yet I wasn’t able to fully appreciate that. I could barely get my life to stay on course long enough to pick a college major, part of the reason I left Brooklyn to come upstate. The peace and quiet was supposed to temper me until I met him. Sadness filled me and I knew deep down this beautiful time together was a borrowed dream.
I wasn’t the girl who got the guy, I dated disasters and train wrecks, and I was delusional to think otherwise. After all, I did say this was a one-time deal no matter how much I might have wanted more.
How do you walk away from something so good with goodbye on your lips and regret in your heart? Maybe it was cliché to say our timing was off but clearly we had different trajectories. Maybe we’d see each other in town. Maybe I’d take another ill-fated walk in the woods in the hopes of him walking up on me during a patrol. Maybe I’d see him grabbing a coffee and handing it off to the girl he’s supposed to be with. A girl who wasn’t me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a cellphone ringing. “Finally!” Whit rolled to stand up grabbing for his phone. With the storm long gone it seemed cell service on the mountain was restored. “It’s my boss, Jeff. I’ll text him and let him know you’re okay.” He handed me my clothes that felt stiff from drying overnight as he tapped out a message on his phone looking eager to put this past us.
“Fantastic.” I quipped, feeling anything, but fantastic at all.
10
Whit
“Hey, make sure you guys put the fire out properly.” Conner and Mateo dumped water and what I presumed was beer over the fire, letting it fizzle out in a stale alcohol stink. Great, illegal camping and underage drinking…I avoided looking at Lia as Ryder handed her the jacket she forgot yesterday.
The wind picked up blowing a breeze through camp chilling the morning air. Her arms pushed through the sleeves of her jacket and I wished it were my arms instead coming around to hold her one last time. I rubbed my hand over the knot in my neck reminding myself she put up the parameters for what happened last night. I had no right to be annoyed. Soft skin and sweet kisses aside, this was done.
Insane that I was still interested in her, right? It was one night and I should let it go, walk away, and move on. Yet my legs were on pause obviously not receiving the message from my brain because I took a step toward her. Didn’t matter anyway because Ryder was already there moving in and guiding her away toward his newfangled wheels with sparkly silver rims. He was a first class tool.
Do I ask for her number?
Do I even want her number?
How appropriate is this?
Was Jeff’s report from yesterday thorough enough to get that information? I would have been pulling at the ends of my hair in frustration and maybe a tad bit of jealousy if I’d been alone. Maybe the report had her address in town on it since she was a student. Oh for fuck’s sake, now I sounded like a stalker or an unskilled teenager on a first date. What the hell was I thinking getting involved with her? She was barely legal in my book despite being over eighteen.
“Come on, Amelia. We’ve got to get back to campus for football practice this afternoon, and Dinah has work.” Football dude sounded annoyed, but I didn’t give a shit as long as he kept his hands on the roommate only. This sudden protective streak jarred me and I wasn’t sure I was ready to explore that right this second. I still hadn’t worked out where to go from here.
Probably because I had my dick in her like a caveman less than an hour earlier and I knew first-hand what she tasted like after I got her off. Asinine, but still, I couldn’t let it go and walk away.
“Right, we should be going.” Lia walked away with her head down, following her friends, avoiding eye contact with me. She wasn’t being rude per say, but it stung and felt harsh dismissed like that. Was she ashamed of what happened last night? If memory served she made the first move, right? Part of me wanted to yell, hey I can still taste you on my tongue, but that would have been crude and bordering on outright stalker behavior. She kept walking away and I assumed she wasn’t giving me much of a choice about letting this go. My stomach wanted to heave. This was not my normal.
“Wait.” She stopped, her hand on Ryder’s arm as she turned back jogging toward me. “Um…your sweatshirt?” she plucked the red cotton under her jacket and I shrugged. It would keep her warm now that I couldn’t and put an extra layer between her and the jock. Yup, I was feeling petty as fuck right now.
“You keep it,” rubbing a hand behind my neck, I thought how awkward this all was the morning after. Her cheeks tinged red to match the sweatshirt. Dark purple strands stuck out of her dark braid this morning messy from the finger combing she’d given it after our last round of wildness. The coil of hair reminded me of fine rope I had in my garage at home. The neon nylon kind perfect for securing tents or wayward lovers…and this was why I lived alone. I doubted she’d want any part of my old deviant ass.
She murmured, “Okay.”
I gripped her chin between my fingers forcing her to look me in the eyes one last time. Violet orbs I would miss. “Be safe.” I said letting her go. It sounded lame and something a dad would say to his rebellious kid before sending them off to college. Lame dad, yeah, that was me. Damn, I was a righteous a mess.
Walking backward she nodded one last time brushing the multicolored hair off her face. I needed to back off and return to my own life since this girl clearly wanted nothing more to do with me.
“Thanks.” That was the last thing she said to me smiling as she got inside the idiot’
s car, leaving me standing there with nothing but the smoldering campfire for company. Thanks for what? Saving her life last night? Fucking her into next week?
“Yeah. Thanks.” I waved them off and walked over to my own parked vehicle. Darkness settled over me with each bit of distance that increased between us. I kicked the tire of my jeep letting the frustration course through me. It felt like I was waiting for her to say something, but we’d agreed that this was just a passing thing, hadn’t we? So why did I suddenly feel like our agreement was meant to be broken? My head was going to explode from frustration while my stomach reminded me I hadn’t eaten a decent meal since yesterday.
I wasn’t going to ever get those cookies was I?
She waved shyly from the backseat window of the kid’s shiny new oversized SUV. Privileged little shit. Smoke from the fire still plumed in the air, dissipating into nothing like the night before we spent together. She was strangely quiet this morning, after I got Jeff’s message, but I didn’t think much of it beyond the marathon sex we had and the high I was riding that had nothing to do with illegal substances walking out of the woods with a slight swagger up to her friends’ campsite. Blowing out a breath, I didn’t need this shit.
I didn’t want a brash complicated girl who couldn’t make up her mind and drop me like a hot potato for a younger dipshit jock who was just going to use her anyway. I mean, yeah, sure he was an athletic meat head on his way to play pro football by the likes of things, but could he survive in the woods with nothing more than a knife and the clothes on his back? I thought not.