by Emily Bishop
“Oh—fuck. Oh—god.” Each word was followed by a shallow gasp.
“You’re delicious,” I said. “Don’t come.”
“So close,” she whispered.
“No!” I used my fingers, slowly moving them in and out of her, drawing on her pleasure with each stroke. She was already slick, ready for me, but I’d drink her up first. I’d make sure I tasted all I needed before I buried myself inside her and filled her to the brim.
I continued eating her, noisily, sucking and moaning in between, because god damn this was good for me, too.
Aurora’s heels drummed on the bed. “Please, I’m going to. Please! Please, Jarryd, god, please!” She arched her back.
“Come for me,” I said.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers instantly, massaging them with her warm, velvety walls. She grew even wetter. And fell silent, eyes rolled back in her head, breasts pushed out, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other thrown up above her head. She rocked back and forth, and I slowed the pressure both inside her and on her clit.
Finally, Aurora collapsed. Lightning flashed outside the window, soundless. No thunder. Another storm coming, but this time I didn’t give a shit.
I tiger-crawled up her body, kissed her stomach, poked a tongue in her belly button and made her squirm.
“That was…” she said. “Wow.”
I grinned up at her then shifted up to her breasts. I grabbed them and pressed them together, bringing her nipples in then sucked on them together.
She fisted the sheets again. “And it’s not over yet, is it?”
“Uh-uh.” I tasted her flesh, nipped her lightly then moved up her body until my eyes were level with hers, at last.
Aurora craned her neck and kissed me on the lips, tasted her own juices.
I kissed her hard then reached between my legs and placed my thick, wet head at her entrance.
I gripped her right leg, forced it up until it was beside her head then looked down at her body, at her pink pussy, drenched and begging for it. My dick throbbed against her clit, slapped down on it.
I held it at the base and smeared my pre-cum over it, lubing it up yet again.
“Ooh!” She shuddered. “Too sensitive.”
I forced my head between her lips and mixed her cum with mine then pressed my head into her.
“You’re so big,” she whispered, eyes alight. She lifted her head and looked at spot where our flesh met. Skin on skin. “So big.”
“You want me inside you?” I asked.
“Yes, please.” Aurora fell back and massaged both her breasts, pinching her own nipples this time, one leg still as far up as it could go.
I slipped the head inside her then entered in short thrusts to prolong the pleasure.
Another flash of lightning outside.
I pressed in further, building our own personal storm with every inch. I pinned her leg back, digging my fingers into the flesh and lifting her pussy to greet me. I could bend her any fucking way I wanted.
I lifted her other leg, too, and pinned that back next then let go. Her entire ass was in the air, and I kneeled, dick throbbing inside her at the vision: Aurora with her hands on her tits, her pussy glistening and filled with me, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her cheeks were pink from the pleasure, jaw slack and lips sucked red from our kisses. “Don’t stop,” she groaned. “Please, baby, don’t stop. I need more.”
I placed both hands on her full ass cheeks and pumped inside her once, all the way to the hilt.
Aurora let out a muted cry. “Yes, oh, my god.”
I pounded into her again, as deep as I could go.
Another moan.
And again, again. I thrust into her, cutting off each moan by filling her to the brink with my cock. Massaging her g-spot and my dick in one. The rhythm this time was anything but gentle. I craved her too much for that.
And that deep animal part of me she unleashed wanted to claim her as mine. Now, and again later. And every day after that.
“I’m going to come again,” she said and shuddered beneath me. “Jarryd, I’m coming again.”
The tingling beginnings of my orgasm started deep within me, travelling through my balls, my dick. I held back and pounded some more, faster, harder. Fuck, I couldn’t take a second more of this.
Aurora clenched around me, and I erupted inside her, pumping her full, everything I had, and letting out a howl. “Fuck yes,” I grunted, even as her walls closed in around me, released, closed again.
I slapped her ass once, still pulsing and releasing the last of my cum inside her. Finally, we settled, and the orgasms slowed.
I carefully drew myself out of her.
She gasped and clenched up again then released. “Oh, my,” she whispered. “Jarryd, oh, my god.”
“I know,” I replied and unfolded her legs. I lay down beside her, dragged my finger from her hairline down the bridge of her nose and to her lips. “I know.”
“That was perfect.”
I kissed her forehead and held her close, her naked skin against mine, our sweat cooling and mingling. “You know why,” I said then kissed her lips again, soft and slow this time.
We broke the kiss, and she searched my expression, though she already had to have the answer.
It’d been perfect because of how we felt about each other. The connection we’d found here, in this small town, where nothing should’ve happened, where we never should’ve even met, had destroyed our life paths.
I lay back and dragged her onto my chest. Tucked her head underneath my chin as I’d done once before, stroked her shoulder and arm, any bit of skin I could get at.
This had to be what true love felt like.
Chapter 16
Aurora
I yawned and shuffled beneath the sheets in the motel room, inhaling the fresh scent of detergent and something else—Jarryd’s woody cologne. I blinked at the tan, strong forearm that lay across my midriff. I followed it all the way to Jarryd’s strong chin, the lips, and oh, god, his eyes were open.
“Did I just catch you creeping on me?” he asked.
I burst out laughing. “I just woke up! You’re the one staring,” I replied. Not a hint of awkwardness between us but the comforting afterglow of unbelievable sex, a meal, more sex, and a night of sleeping in each other’s arms.
“Yeah, I’m staring, so what?”
“So,” I said and lost my words. I shimmied closer to him and planted a kiss on his lips. It was dangerous, kind of like taking a bite of the forbidden fruit. He smelled as delicious as any fruit. Surely, we couldn’t carry on like this.
He kissed me back then brushed the hair from my forehead and tucked it behind my ear, pulled back.
“So,” he put in. “What are your plans for the day? I was hoping you might be able to stick around again.”
“As much as I’d love to stay cooped up in here all day, I have got a shift at the Bar and Grill this afternoon,” I said. “And also, vitamin D is good for the skin!”
“No arguments there,” Jarryd replied. “I wish you could stay. What about this morning? We could go out and do something?”
My stomach did a pro-gymnast flip. “Like what?”
“No idea,” he replied. “Oh, shit, you don’t want to be seen with me in public. I forgot.”
I punched him on his beefy arm. “I do. I don’t want to jeopardize your career or my plans.”
“I told you, they can’t legally keep you from buying a place because of your reputation.”
“But what about your reputation?” I asked and sat up. The sheets fell down and exposed my breasts.
Jarryd tweaked one of my nipples.
“Hey!” I snatched the sheet up and covered them. “They’re not buttons, you know.”
“Oh, trust me. I know.”
I colored then slipped out of bed and hurried to the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor. I swept them up and shimmied into my shirt and skirt, my underwear last of a
ll.
“My reputation,” he said. “Well, it’s not your problem, Aurora. And I’m pretty sure that, like it or not, everyone knows we’ve got something going on. I made it pretty obvious the other day when I almost creamed your ex.”
Was it so wrong that I kinda wished he had hit James? Just a little bit. Not too hard. Just enough to knock the arrogant grin off his mug.
“And I’d like to do something with you today. Before you have to head out to the restaurant.”
I scurried to the silver tray with its bowl lid and lifted it to reveal a leftover plate of fries from last night. I scarfed down a few, nervous eating for the win, and gazed at him, wide-eyed.
“Well?” Jarryd got up, too, but dropped the sheet and walked to the closet in the corner. Man, he had tight buns.
I chewed through another fry. “Well, I can’t think when you’re naked.”
He grinned at me over his shoulder, a tuft of hair on the back of his head sticking up at an odd angle. “Maybe I’ll stay naked then.”
I averted my eyes and pursed my lips.
“All right, all right.” A rustle of clothes, the zip of pants, clink of a belt buckle. “All done,” he said.
I shifted focus to him again. Him in his smart suit, another white cotton button down. He brought black socks and shoes out of his closet then sat on the edge of the bed to fit them on.
“Suits,” I said. “Ha, that gives me an idea.”
“Uh oh, what kind of idea?”
“The kind that involves you wearing something less businessman and more… what’s the term?”
“Lumberjack?”
“Hey! Flannel shirts are in this season,” I said. Even though I had no clue what was in or out. I wasn’t exactly breaking out the fashion mags at home. Shoot, I didn’t even know what the major fashion magazines were.
“I’m not wearing flannel,” Jarryd said, flatly, and brushed lint off his lapel. “This is a good suit. It’s Gucci.”
“That means nothing to me,” I replied. “But wouldn’t you be more comfortable, I dunno, in jeans and a T-shirt?”
“Maybe,” he said.
That was good enough for me. I’d never been much of a shopper, but this was something fun we could do together. It might even make him a little more incognito, not that he was bothered by the autographs and pictures.
“Awesome! Do you want some of these?” I gestured to the half-empty plate of fries.
“Sure,” he replied and strolled over.
We polished off the fries together and replaced the bowl, and Jarryd insisted on scooping his clothes off the floor and folding them neatly for dry cleaning. It was cute—and something I’d never have done in a million years.
I’d more likely have dumped them in the closet or washed them later myself.
“Ready?” Jarryd asked. “This is the first time we’ll be appearing in public together.”
“Gosh, you make it sound like there are people out there, waiting for us.”
“Fingers crossed there aren’t any cameras.” Jarryd laughed. “I’m kidding.” He opened the room door and stood back for me to exit first.
I hurried past him and into the hall of the Moondance Motel. It was quiet, early as it was, apart from a maid who walked the cream carpeted hall with a cart loaded full of cleaning supplies. She nodded and smiled at us both.
“See?” Jarryd said. “She didn’t say anything.”
“Great. That’s my fears laid to rest.”
He slipped his arm around my shoulders and guided me past wall sconces and numbered doors, toward the reception desk at the far end of the corridor. The man behind it wore glasses and a smirk. I didn’t know him personally but recognized him—he’d come to the fair a time or two and hovered around the cotton candy machine.
“Good morning, Mr. Tombs,” he said. “You have ten messages.”
“Jesus,” Jarryd said, under his breath. “Do me a favor, Kevin, pigeon hole those messages. I’ll deal with them later.” He looked through the glass front doors of the motel, past the retro silver egg chairs perched in either corner, and grinned.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Luke left his car here. Or he’s not taking it out today. Kevin, do you have the keys for Mr. Carlson’s car?”
“I do,” he said. “But—”
“Don’t worry, I already have his permission.” Jarryd extended his hand and waited. He brooked no arguments, just stared the receptionist down.
Kevin’s smirk shriveled right up. He squeezed his bulk, barely contained by a checked shirt with sweat stains at the pits, out from behind the desk and shuffled to a corkboard and set of cubbies against the wall. He fumbled in one then waddled back with the keys. “Here you are, Mr. Tombs.”
“Thank you, Kevin. You have a good day now.”
“You, too, sir.” Kevin scanned me from head to toe then caught Jarryd’s gaze and flinched away. He sat down again, and his rolling chair squeaked a complaint.
“Come on,” Jarryd said and placed his hand in the small of my back. “Let’s go. You ever taken a ride in a Porsche 911?”
“Oh, yeah, all the time. I’ve got one hidden in the forest,” I replied.
Jarryd pinched my ass, and I yelped. “That’s what you get,” he said and winked. Once again, he opened the door for me, and I exited the motel first, glad for the breeze and the cloudless sky.
Wait, hadn’t there been a storm last night? But the tarmac in the parking lot wasn’t wet, and neither was the road.
Jarryd unlocked the Porsche and opened the passenger side door. “Hop in.”
What an image. Jarryd Tombs, handsome, tanned, kind eyes standing beside a cherry-red Porsche, his hand on the door, waiting for me. Like I was some type of princess who warranted the special attention.
“Aurora?”
“Coming,” I said and jerked to motion. I hurried to the car then slid into the seat.
Jarryd shut the door behind me, circled around to the driver’s side, and got in.
“Are you sure this is OK? Luke won’t be pissed?”
Jarryd chuckled and started the engine, a pop-rumble that held a seduction of its own. “Oh, yeah, he’ll probably be pissed, but he’ll get over it. I helped him find this car.” He backed out of the space then drove off, out onto the road.
I braced myself—I wasn’t a big fan of fast cars or reckless driving—but Jarryd surprised me.
He took it slow. We cruised down the road toward the edge of town, past the welcome sign and the first of the stores. The barbershop again, the bakery. Buildings and people passed us. This had to be the smoothest ride of my life, and the experience was hardly dented by the smell of Cuban cigars. Apparently, Luke liked a smoke on occasion.
We passed the General Store, the glass door propped open by a little log carved into the shape of a crescent moon, and continued on.
“There!” I pointed to the small brick building on the corner, hidden behind the low-hanging branch of an oak tree.
Jarryd jumped, but his hands didn’t slip from the wheel. “Shit, you scared the bejesus out of me.”
“Sorry,” I giggled. “There, that’s the clothes store.”
“That’s it?”
“What did you expect? A mall?”
“No,” he replied, but the doubtful tone remained. He slowed in front of the store and took a spot on the street. “It’s kind of small, though.”
“Well, I’m sorry it’s not New York Fashion Week out here,” I said and clunked open my car door. “But I’m sure they can provide for you, Mr. Gucci.”
“You need a smack on the ass,” he said and pointed a finger at me.
I tugged on it. “You offering?”
“I might be.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” We got out of the car and shaded our eyes from the sun then walked to the entrance of the store. So far, so good. No people asking for autographs, and the easy repartee between us was a bonus.
Jarryd open the door for, me and I sidled into
the only clothing store Moondance had to offer. They did a little of everything for everyone: a kids’ section on the right, alongside the men’s section further back. The left side of the store was dedicated to women, since most of the shoppers who came in were female.
“Nancy?” I called out.
“Yoohoo!” The airy voice came from the back of the store. “I’ll be out in a sec, lovely. Just stacking the shelves.”
“Nancy’s a doll,” I said. “She’ll help us pick out something casual for you to wear.”
“Yes, let’s include more people in this.” Jarryd stood with his feet parted, arms behind his back like a soldier at ease. The suit fit him like he’d been born in it. “I’m kidding, by the way. It’s about time I loosen up with this type of thing.”
Nancy chose that moment to appear in all her chubby, red-headed glory. She was one of my favorite people in Moondance, simply because she’d never commented on my sense of style. She rang up the purchases every time, thanked me for my patronage, and wished me luck at the fairgrounds.
“Hi, there, Aurora, and my, my, what do we have here?” Nancy grinned and flashed a set of yellowing teeth. So, she wasn’t a looker, but she was nice, and nice triumphed over pretty any day in my books. “Jarryd Tombs. Shouldn’t you be shopping in New York or Paris? That’s a fancy suit.”
Typical Nancy, the clothes were all that worried her.
“We’re in the market for something a little more casual, Nance. What do you have in stock?” I asked.
“Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that,” she replied. “Follow me, you two. Come on, come on.” She trundled down the central aisle then took a sharp left and disappeared between the racks.
“Are you sure about this?” Jarryd whispered.
“One hundred percent,” I replied and scurried after the shopkeeper.
She’d already halted in front of a rack of faded blue jeans. “This is what we’ve got. Jeans and there are some casual tees over there.” Nance gestured to the rack opposite. Some of those T-shirts looked a little vibrant—SpongeBob Squarepants peered from the front of one.