by Paige North
“Wait, stop,” Jessa says, pulling back.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She stands up from the couch.
“Let’s go to my room,” she says, and I’m up in a flash, following her down the hall. She shuts the door behind me, and locks it. “She’ll pound on the door if she needs anything. But I don’t want Lucy walking in on us.”
I can’t take my eyes off Jessa. She’s wearing a sundress that hangs perfectly on her body, especially her over her tits and hips. I go to her and run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of those hips.
I pull her close and cover her mouth with mine. Her kiss is urgent, needy, and it makes me want to rip that dress right off her. When she lets out a little whimper, just from kissing, I feel like I’m going to explode.
I gather her firm breast, giving it a nice squeeze, loving how it fits perfectly in my hand. I suck her bottom lip, giving it a little nip before letting go. I take her by the shoulders, and give her a little push down onto the bed.
I step back from the bed and toe my boots off and step out of my jeans. I sit down next to her and take my cock out of my boxer briefs. I stroke it gently.
Jessa scoots to the head of the bed. She slowly spreads her legs and lifts up her dress, past her knees and up to her thighs.
I reach to her, taking her panties off in one swift motion as she lifts her hips for me. I push her dress back and she spreads her legs for me. Her pink little pussy is so wet, so ready to be had. Without hesitation I slip my finger inside her, so primed and ready that she moans again. I slip another finger inside her, pump her slowly at first, hooking my finger inside her at the top as she pushes down on my hand with her hips.
“That’s a good girl. God you look so fucking sexy when I fuck your tight pussy with my fingers and get you ready for the real thing.”
She’s really showing me how much she wants it, pumping her hips down on my hand. I circle my finger over her hard clit, swollen with want, and she just about screams out.
I keep working her cunt, pumping inside her, pushing my fingers in to my knuckles and teasing and rubbing that clit. I’m going to make her come so she can get on her knees and suck me off. I fuck her cunt with my fingers, totally soaked with her juices, and she’s slamming her hips into my hand so hard the bed is shaking. I feel her pussy clench around my fingers. She lets out a little kitten whimper, her eyes close and her head falls back away and I pump her harder, really get up inside her as she spasms and clenches my hand with her orgasm. Her face is pink from coming and holding in her cries.
I pull my fingers out of her cunt and lick them clean, tasting and inhaling her. When she hears me sucking at my fingers she opens her eyes and watches.
She moves toward me and crashes her mouth to mine, her tongue going deep as if to get the juices I just took from her. She slides her body between my legs and lowers herself to her knees before me. She takes my boxer briefs and pulls them off, discarding them on the floor.
I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You still need more?”
“I only need you,” she says. She’s so perfect. She knows exactly what to say, and what to do to me.
She takes in the sight of my cock in my hand, pulls her hair to one side as if readying herself for serious business.
Then she leans in and her tongue circles the bulbous head of my cock, licking at the slight that’s wet with my pre-come. She licks it up like the tasting preview I know she’s ready for. She wraps her lips around the head and sucks on it, hard, while her hand holds the length of my dick gently but firmly in her hand. She sucks off the head and licks it again, making me pant as I watch her work.
She moves back and, looking up at me, she drapes her tongue out and licks me from the base to the head in one, long drag. She does it again, her tongue pressed firmly against my throbbing cock, and again before she covers the top of me again and, without a moment of hesitation, takes the length of me down her throat.
Her lips are firmly wrapped around me, her tongue pressed against the long vein of my cock, and she sucks on me, her head bobbing slowly. Her hair falls around her face and I gather it in my hands and pull it back to keep my view. Watching her work her mouth over my dick is so fucking hot.
“You suck me so good, Jessa,” I tell her, her mouth soaking my dick. Her hand moves up with her mouth, giving me an extra jerk off to go along with her sucking. I rest my hand on her head, wanting to shove her down harder but she’s doing such a good job on her own. “You know that’s going to make me come. Do you want me to come down your throat?”
The way she redoubles her efforts, sits up a little more in a good position, tells me that yes, she wants me to shoot down her throat. God just picturing what I’m about to do to her makes me wild. She’s sucking on so good, her mouth so perfect, taking me in so deep I can feel the back of her throat. Her jaw must be exhausted but she doesn’t slow down. She keeps sucking, bobbing that mouth up and down my throbbing cock. I'm so ready to come, I gather her hair in my hand, holding on, pushing a little harder on her.
“I’m going to shoot this come down your throat,” I tell her. “Fuck, Jessa.” My dick’s ready to explode. I squeeze my eyes to the pleasure, the moment before I burst into her mouth. My hot come pours down her throat and she takes it all down, pulling me even deeper into her as my cock pumps more and more into her. She sucks it all off as the world explodes around me. I watch her until she takes my dick out of her mouth and gives one last, big swallow. Then I fall back on the bed, spent.
She crawls up next to me, cuddles into me. I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer.
I’m totally fucking conflicted. I shouldn’t talk to her like that. I shouldn’t do all those things that I do. She’s the mother of my child—Jesus, it’s still so strange but it’s true. She deserves more respect than what I give her in the bedroom. Still, she seems to be good with it all—and maybe even loves it. It makes me feel guilty afterward, nonetheless.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Mmm…” she says, kissing my neck. “Good.”
I get up and find my underwear, pull them back on along with my jeans.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” she asks, sitting up.
“I have to get some work done back at the hotel,” I say, and it’s not a lie. But it’s not the whole truth either.
I give her a kiss before I head out, lost in my own thoughts.
The intensity that radiates between Jessa and me has always been so strong. It’s been like this since we first met. We need to have each other, and gently has never been the way…
When I get back to my hotel room, the reality of my life washes over me. My old man can’t handle the farm, Lucy is my daughter, and Jessa is back in my life. I know it’s only a matter of time before it all goes sideways.
Jessa
Sex with Cole is as amazing as ever, just like before he left. Maybe even better. He does things to me that I’d never even imagined, never even thought of. He shows me how to use my body to please not just him but myself too. It’s incredible. Not to mention the raw, unexplained chemistry between us still burns as hot as a wild fire.
It’s just…afterward he’s always so quiet. And not just relaxing or falling asleep quiet. I can tell something more is going on in his head but he’s unreachable. Maybe he’s thinking about his father, or me or Lucy or his business—all totally normal things to worry or think about. But I don’t know which one, if any, occupies his mind. I never thought I could be so close to another person in body and spirit, but his mind seems to drift away from me.
When it comes to Lucy, though, he’s all in. He makes a point to see her every day. He took her on her first pony ride, holding her back carefully as the little pony walked gently around the ring. He even dressed her up in a pink cowgirl outfit, boots, hat and all. She went crazy for it.
Some evenings he comes over for dinner. Once he cooked—hot dogs, but they were really good. Lucy thought they were the best hot dogs she’d ever had, I suspect be
cause Cole made them. It hasn’t taken long for them to become quite close. He adores her, watching her every move with a look of awe on his face. And Lucy is already seeking his approval in everything she does, from the picture she draws to the after-dinner movie she chooses. My heart is so full watching them together.
One thing we haven’t talked about is what comes next. We’re still taking it day by day, at least while he’s still working in town and staying at the hotel. He says he still has a few more days left of filming the PR documentary. I want to ask, “Then what?” but I don’t.
I'm with Lucy one afternoon, walking to the burger place that’s not far from our house. I spot Cole and the film crew, shooting. I wave hello, and he comes running over.
“Hey, girls,” he says, a big grin on his face. He scoops Lucy up, making her laugh. He tosses her in the sky and she’s beyond delighted. “What are you two up to?”
“Headed to get lunch,” I tell him. “Want to join us? We’re getting burgers.”
“At Rusty’s? That’s what we’re shooting now,” he says. “Exterior shot but I’ll go inside in a second.”
“Really? I didn’t know Rusty’s was a big spot for you.”
He says in a formal voice, “My father and I loved to get a burger after a long day’s work at the farm, especially on Saturdays. Milkshakes too.” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t get it,” I say.
“First of all, you think my father ever took me anywhere aside from the liquor store? Second, Rusty’s? Kid, I’ll take you to the city and show you what a real burger tastes like,” he tells Lucy.
“We like Rusty’s,” I say, miffed. “They’ve been here for years. Rusty’s son, Jimmy, runs it now that Rusty is up in years.”
“I go to this place called McGill’s that serves burgers as big as your head, and thick and juicy with fries that are extra crispy. How does that sound?” He asks Lucy.
“I want to go to Gills!” she says.
“Of course you do!” Cole says, and scoops her up in his arms.
“We’re going to Rusty’s,” I tell her. Her face scrunches like she’s just smelled something bad. Totally annoying, but I don’t say anything.
“Mr. Frost?” calls a woman I’ve seen before. She’s always wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard. Some production type person. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“That’s okay,” he says, turning to her, still holding Lucy. She’s got her arm draped around his neck so casually I could cry.
“Who’s this?” she asks.
“This here is Lucy,” Cole says with pride in his voice. “And her momma Jessa. Girls, this is Melissa, my producer.”
“Hello,” I say, and shake her hand when she offers it.
“So nice to meet you both. You two live here?”
“Born and raised,” I say.
“Mr. Frost, do you want to have them in a shot? Show the locals. You want to be in a movie, Miss Lucy?” she asks.
Lucy rests her head on Cole’s shoulder, suddenly shy.
“Nah, we’ll just stick to this other stuff,” Cole tells Melissa.
“Okay, we’ll get the family stuff out of the way and then move on to your high school,” she says. “We’re losing the good light so if you want to get moving?”
“Yep, I’ll be right there,” Cole says. He shrugs. “Guess I don’t have time for that burger after all.”
I feel tightening in my chest. I feel like we don’t really matter that much to him. Not compared to his work and his image. “We better go,” I say. “I still have to get back to work.”
“Boring!” he says to Lucy.
“Momma, you’re boring!”
“Yeah, Momma,” Cole agrees.
“Some of us have to work around here,” I say, reaching out for her. Cole passes her to me and set her down on the sidewalk.
“I’ll call you later, okay?” he says. “Let’s make plans.”
“We’d love that,” I say. “And Cole? Rusty’s is a really great place. Don’t belittle it.”
“I’m not,” he says, a bit defensively.
“I know,” I say quickly. “I know you’re used to places like McGill’s or whatever, but Rusty’s is a good, family-owned place. They’ve been here for decades.”
“Got it,” he says. “But I’m still going to take you both to a real burger place soon. Maybe this weekend.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Maybe.”
He ruffles Lucy’s hair, gives her a wink, and heads back to his crew.
I realize that he’s not hearing what I’m saying. He’s looking down on Morningside Valley in a subtle but mean way. Jimmy took over his daddy Rusty’s place about five years ago when Rusty had his stroke. He’s recovered but not completely, and Jimmy works overtime to keep the restaurant going just like his dad did. Sure, it may not be quite as good as when Rusty was in his prime, but it’s still good local meat, even if the patties are on the thin side.
“You like hanging out with Daddy?” I ask Lucy, the door chiming when we enter Rusty’s.
“Yep,” she says. “But when will he live with us?”
I don’t answer her because I don’t have an answer. Taking these days as they come, and nothing more. I know at some point, though, we’re going to have to truly face reality and figure out what we’re doing.
We sit at a booth by the window and I can see Cole and film crew move down the road a bit to shoot something else. If he’s really showing where he’s from and his family, wouldn't he want Lucy to be a part of that? She is a part of his story, after all. Not that I'm a hundred percent sure I’d want her on film, but still. I did notice that he didn’t introduce Lucy as his daughter. He just said I was her mother.
We’ve come a long way in a short time, but I know there’s still so much further to go.
Cole
It’s time to show Jessa the real me. I need to show her who I really am, and what I can give to her and Lucy. We can make a real life together, something good and exciting. I picture the three of us together and I can’t believe my life has suddenly turned out this way.
“What did Avery say?” I ask Jessa over the phone.
“She said she’d watch her for the night,” Jessa says. One good thing about that Avery—she’s always willing to look after Lucy—at a moment’s notice, even overnight. “Where are you taking me, anyway?”
“It’s a surprise,” I tell her.
“But I don’t know what to bring!” she cries.
“Bring a dress, a swimsuit, and nothing else,” I tell her.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’ll send a car to pick you up,” I tell her.
“Cole! What are you up to?”
I refuse to give anything away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The next day, I’m waiting for Jessa out at Barrett Anderson’s airfield. I'm as nervous as if I’m taking the prettiest girl in school to the prom—which I didn’t get to go to, thanks to the work I had to do while old man slept off the residue of a three-day bender.
When the limousine pulls up and Jessa gets out, I swear my heart skips a beat. She’s fucking stunning.
“Jesus, you look gorgeous,” I tell her, kissing her cheek like a gentleman, when really I just want to ravage her. Her dress hugs her delicious curves and she’s wearing heels, and it’s sexy as hell.
“Thanks,” she says, tugging on the hem of her dress. “It’s Avery’s. It’s a little tight.”
“Are you kidding? It’s perfect,” I say, and I mean it. It hugs her every curve so perfectly it’s like it was made for her.
“It’s been—well, three years since I put on a dress and went out for the night,” she says. “I feel a little out of practice.”
“You’ll be perfect,” I say. I rub my hand over her back, taking in her rich blue dress that plunges at the neck, showing of her tits which, I have to admit now, I need to pay far more attention to. They look so fucking good. I will definitely rectify that tonight. In fact, I intend t
o pay rapturous attention to every single inch of this body of hers.
“What is all this?” she asks, looking around at the open field. “Are we camping?” And then her eyes land on the small plane parked nearby. “We’re not getting in that, are we?”
I pull myself back to the moment, tearing my eyes and hands off her body.
“We are,” I say. I take her hand and guide her toward the plane.
“I’ve never flown before.”
“Good thing I hired a pilot, then,” I say.
She slaps my arm. “I mean I’ve never flown in a plane before! Cole!”
I can’t tell if she’s nervous or excited—maybe both.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be a smooth easy ride into the city.”
“That’s where we’re going?”
“Yep,” I tell her. “I’ve seen your home, and you know what my old home looks like. I figured it’s about time you see where I live now. We could have hired a driver—”
“Or you could have driven yourself,” she teases.
“But isn’t this more fun? And we’ll be there in less than forty-five minutes. Watch your step,” I say, holding her hand as she stops up on the stairs leading up into the plane.
“All this for us?” she says, looking around once we’re inside. It’s small but brand new and perfectly decked out with every modern convenience you could want for an overseas flight, much less one just across the state.
“Pick any seat you like,” I say. “It’s all first class.”
Jessa sits down and primly folds her hands in her lap. I sit next to her.
“We’ll get some champagne to help you relax,” I tell her.
“I’m not nervous,” she says.
I kiss her lips. “You’re cute when you’re lying.”
“Stop,” she says, but she lets out a breath.
“It’s such a short flight that if you blink it’ll be over.” I take her hand as the doors are closed and we begin moving. She looks out the window.
“I didn’t even know this was out here,” she says.