“Is this okay?” she asks hesitantly.
I nod, as words cannot form at the moment.
She sits down on her bed and pats the space beside her.
“I don’t want to be too presumptive. But I really like you,” she says.
“I like you, too.” I say sitting beside her. She places her hand on my thigh and through her lashes, she looks up at me.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“You’re good. I promise you that you are all good and I’ll be okay with whatever you want,” I reply with a smile.
The look of nervousness disappears from her brow as she leans in, making the first move. I lean forward and kiss her with as much passion that I can spill into a kiss. We must have kissed for minutes, memorizing one anothers mouths and how the other likes to be kissed before she pulls back and maneuvers to sit astride me.
“Let me know if I crush you,” she whispers against my lips. Before I can protest, her tongue dives into my mouth and we’re running our hands across each other’s backs and moaning in the back of our throats.
Her hand moves in between our bodies as she fingers the waistband of my jeans and in a second, she has my pants unbuttoned. She lifts slowly then pulls the zipper down as I pull back to gauge her mood.
“I don’t want you to rush if you don’t want to, I’m not going anywhere and I’ll go whatever speed that you want me to,” I say to be clear to her that I genuinely like her.
“I want to do this, after last night, you’re all that I can think about.”
“I feel the same way,” I say pulling her back into the kiss by the column of her slender neck.
Her shirt comes off as she leans back on my thighs and cups my cock through my pants. She smiles when she feels around with the length and then looks up at me with a sparkle in her eye while biting her lower lip.
“What’s that look for?” I ask her.
“I am just surprised, that’s all.”
“Surprised, by what?” I ask her confused.
“You didn’t strike me as a big dick.”
I laugh, then clear my throat. “Excuse me? I’m not quite sure what that means.”
“I just was expecting you to have an average sized dick,” she explains nonchalantly like she’s talking about the morning news.
“Average sized?”
“You know, not as big as you.”
“This is an odd conversation to have with your hand on my dick without wearing a shirt.”
“Sorry, I have a habit for saying what I’m thinking out loud without my filter,” she says sheepishly.
“It’s no problem, but now I’m intrigued.” I say with a wink.
“Don’t be. Random thoughts occur all the time, and this is a moment of one of them. You’re welcome.”
She leans into me and kisses me again, my mind continues to wander to why she thought I had an average sized dick, instead I relish in enjoying her hand rubbing my length as our tongues tangle together, our breaths get heavy, and her skin erupts with goosebumps.
Our breaths begin to get ragged as we continue kissing. Madison pulls my shirt over my head and runs her hands over my chest, then she pushes me onto my back and leans down to continue kissing as my hands move from her waist to her ass. I squeeze lightly and she begins to circle her hips on my lap, pressing down as she moves.
It’s been years, likely since high school since I’ve done this much making out with someone. I am fairly certain that if she took my cock out and stroked me, that I would immediately blow my load. So much so that when she leans up on her knees, grips the waistband of my pants and pulls down, I hold my breath in preparation.
My cock springs free, the crown poking through out of my boxers and Madison looks at it like it’s a piece a candy.
“Are you just going to stare?” I ask after a moment of no movement.
She snaps her head up to look at me and smiles.
“I’m trying to decide what I want to do with you,” she replies.
“And have you decided?”
She shakes her head with a grin, stands up from the bed and walks over to her closet. She turns around and returns to the bed with a velvet bag in her hand that has me curious.
She reaches in, pulls out a blue rubber ring, still in its original packaging, and holds it up to me.
“A cock ring?” I ask.
“Have you ever worn one of these?”
“Not yet,” I reply audibly swallowing.
“Are you against wearing one?” she asks with her eyebrow lifted an a mischievous grin.
Chapter One Hundred Eight
We’re laying naked on her floral duvet cover, Madison rolls from her back to over me, her bare pussy hovering over my vibrating cock. She fists my hardness and messes with one of the settings on the blue cock ring, then moves with me at her entrance before she slowly moves down and my cock is buried inside her warmth.
We let out a moan at the same time, as she arches her back, with one hand on the wall for support and the other on my chest. She begins to move up and down on me, finding her rhythm with my hands lightly guiding her tempo on her hips.
I move from underneath her, pumping my hips up to meet her bounce for bounce. I watch as she places her fingers against her clit and massages when she pulls up. She makes small sounds and heavy breaths while I groan loudly from the base of my throat.
She starts to move faster, rotating her pelvis when she lifts and slamming down to a grinding motion to get the vibrating piece to hit her clit for an extended period of time.
After a few minutes of the repetitive movements, our breaths became shallow and our movements joined are erratic and soon we both are whispering that we are about to come.
I lean my head back into the mattress and close my eyes as tingling begins from the base of my spine and spirals as I erupt.
She slowly moves up and down on me as the last of my orgasm is pulled out of me. With a lazy and satisfied smile on her face, she stops and sits with my cock inside of her to the hilt.
“What’s that look for?” I ask her once my eyes focus on her.
“I was just thinking about how I want to do that again, and again, and again.”
“I think that I can accommodate that, but how about without the cock ring?” I ask her.
“Didn’t like it?” she asks.
“My cock went numb at one point from all the vibrating,” I say with a laugh.
“Shit, well I know that we should have spoken about this previously, especially since we um, already had the sex. But I’m totally clean, like sparkling clean. You could take a white glove to me and I’m that clean.” she laughs awkwardly.
“I mean that’s a really weird description for how clean you are, but I get what you’re saying. And yeah, I could be just as clean, but I’m not going to compare myself to household cleaners.”
“Talk about romantic bedroom talk, I don’t know about you, but I think I’m totally horny again,” she laughs.
The next morning, I’m slowly waking up and recognizing that I’m not at home, but still at Madison’s house. We talked more last night, ate a late-night snack of Cheetos and ice cream in our underwear and then had a little more fun before we passed out for the rest of the night.
The space beside me is cold as I reach out to touch her. I roll over onto my back and turn my head to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside the empty space. It is still early, but I don’t want to look like a total slacker by sleeping when she’s likely been up for a while.
I slowly come to a sitting position, rub my eyes and stretch while standing. I look around the room for my clothing. I find my pants and then walk out of the bedroom, through the small hallway and into the main living space. I see Madison, wearing loose fitting sweats and a Henley baseball shirt. Her red hair is in a messy bun and she stands in front of the kitchen sink facing the wall staring at the coffee maker as it churns out the heavenly liquid from the gods.
Slowly, I walk up behind her, place
my hands gently on her hips and feel her startle under my touch. She slowly turns and I see her breath return from heightened to normal.
“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say to her with a smile.
“No, you didn’t. I was just deep in my thoughts. Good morning, do you want something to eat?” she asks.
“I was hoping we could go grab something to eat, what time do you need to be at work?” I ask her.
She looks over to the microwave clock and says, “I’ve got about forty minutes, sorry. I guess that’s not enough time for anything other than a bowl of cereal,” she says turning towards me with an apologetic look.
“It’s okay, what if I came into the diner with you and had breakfast?”
“That would be weird,” she laughs.
“Why?” I ask.
“Tip your waitress, it’s not like I’m a prostitute or anything, but that kind of would be weird.”
“Well, then I will not sit in your section. But I can’t promise that I won’t flirt with you or ogle you like a creep would.”
I follow her into the diner and as she walks into the back of the diner, I grab a seat at the breakfast bar and grab a menu from the basket in front of me.
Gladys, an older woman who’s worked at this place since I moved to town, likely since the day she was born, stands in front of me holding up a pot of coffee. I flip over the coffee cup and push it forward, silently agreeing.
“You know, I don’t think that I’ve seen you in here too often,” she says.
“Yeah, I usually eat over at the bar,” I say, just as Madison walks out of the swinging doors that the staff would go in and out of.
She looks at me with a small smile and then goes over to her station almost ignoring me, but Gladys doesn’t miss a step.
“I see why you’re here; you’ve got a sweet tooth for Red,” she leans forward on her elbow into my space.
I look over to Madison and smile as our eyes catch and she glances down with rosy cheeks.
“Well, from the looks of it, she’s got a sweet tooth for you too.”
“You think so?” I ask swinging my head back to Gladys.
“Oh, honey, there’s a lot of fellas that come in and out of this town and I’ve never seen that girl give anyone beside her friends an ounce of time. But you sir, she’s looking at like she could snack on you all day long.”
“Oh, Gladys, now you’re just embarrassing me,” I playfully say to her.
“Darlin’, you don’t know that half of it,” she winks as she pulls out her notepad. “So, other than Red over there, what can I get for you today?”
“Is she giving you a hard time?” Madison asks walking up to me and places her hand on my shoulder.
“Oh no, she’s just filling me in on town gossip.”
Madison smiles and heads into the back as Gladys smacks her lips and hums with a knowing look.
“Oh yeah, honey. Looks like I was wrong, you aren’t a snack. You are the whole meal.”
Chapter One Hundred Nine
I spend the rest of my day working on a new program that one of the companies I work with on a regular basis requested. I order a burger ahead of time from the bar and head that way to grab my food.
On my way back home, I walk past Madison’s street, pause and then continue on my way. I need to work on the software and make a sizable dent before I can socialize, except all I want to do is talk to her. I don’t want to go dark on Madison, right after we sleep together. So, I pull out my cell phone and find her number.
She answers after three rings and I can hear the smile in her greeting.
“How was your day?” I ask her.
“It was so-so. Not crazy busy, but not boring as shit. How about yours?” she asks.
“Busy, working on a new thing, just got some dinner and was heading back home.”
“I can tell.”
“You can?” I spin around and see her at the end of the block with her phone up to her year.
“Hi there,” she waves, saying into the receiver.
“Are you following me?” I tease her.
“You happened to be walking along the same path that I was, I’ve actually been behind you since Main Street,” she says beginning to step forward.
I begin to walk forward and then when we meet in the middle, we both hang up.
“So, you must have seen me stop and look down your street then, right?”
She grins, “I might have.”
“Well, shit. I’m an idiot.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that you are an idiot. I would like to say that you are a snack, no wait… a full meal!” she continues grinning.
“I take it that Gladys mentioned that to you?” I ask her.
“She might have clued me into what she was chatting with you about. More so that what she observed. I guess I gave things way a little bit?”
“She implied that, yes.” I answer while nodding at the same time.
“So, you’ve got more work to do tonight?” she asks gripping the strap on her purse.
“I do, but, if you wanted to come and hang out and keep me company, we can totally do that?” I ask.
“No, get your work done. I don’t want to be a distraction. I did talk to Nydia and she wanted to know if we could head to the city with them tomorrow night to go see a movie?”
I look up thinking while accessing my mental calendar and then return my gaze to her.
“I will do whatever it takes to take you out tomorrow night,” I say crossing my heart.
“Perfect, I’ll let them know that we’re in. Maybe we can do food before? Just you and me?” she asks with hope.
“Sounds perfect,” I say stepping into her space, wrapping my palm around her neck and pulling her close to me.
With a gentle kiss on the corner of her street, I let her go on about her night, while I go to finish my work and likely pull an all-nighter.
Chapter One Hundred Ten
I stay up until five in the morning before I finished the outline of the new software. I sent off what I had so far to one of the partners of the company and finally fall asleep.
When I wake up to my phone dinging, it is four in the afternoon. My emails indicate that my client is happy and that I can move onto the next phase. They give me a timeline of their release plan and after looking at it, I know that I have enough time to have a good night out without worry here and there. With tonight, being the first.
I head over to Madison’s house a few hours later. I’m standing in front of her front door with flowers behind my back, like some cheesy teenager taking a chick out for the first time. I stand nervously until she opens the door. Her long red hair is in braids, she’s wearing a red, teal and brown flannel, a white top underneath, and short shorts.
“Here,” I hold out the flowers for her and she blushes while taking them. “Are we going square dancing?” I ask.
She tilts her head and smiles, “No, but we are going to a bonfire out in the woods.”
“Out in the woods?” I ask.
“Word is that there’s going to be a band out there throwing a renegade show,” she bounces on the balls of her feet.
“Interesting. Who’s the band?”
“Some guy who used to live here in town and has some major connection to Mercy,” she shrugs.
“Sounds interesting, haven’t been to a bonfire since I was in high school.”
“Want to come in for a little bit? Nydia and Cooper said they would text when they were on their way and that they’d swing by and pick us up.”
“How much time do we have?” I ask wiggling my eyebrows.
“I don’t think we have enough time for that, mister,” she puts her hands on her hips while I walk by, kiss her cheek, and enter her apartment.
“There’s always a little time for something, darlin’,” I reply turning to face her as she closes the door.
I walk up to her and put my fingers through the belt loops of her shorts and pull her closer to
me. She drapes her arms around my neck and leans up on her tippy toes.
Our lips touch gently, and I tilt my head opposite hers to deepen the kiss. Her fingers thread into the hair on the back of my head and moans quietly into the kiss. My hand moves from her belt loops up her side and to cup her breast.
I squeeze lightly as my tongue searches her mouth and our tongues dance together just as Madison’s phone dings from the kitchen counter.
She pulls away reluctantly, peppering a few kisses before we completely pull apart and I rearrange myself.
She looks at her phone and then puts it in her small purse on the counter.
“They’re on their way over,” she says.
“To be continued,” I wink.
There are hay bales, lanterns on posts and a small sound stage in the middle of the woods just outside of Mercy.
I don’t even think the parties that the high schoolers throw out here are this nicely put together. The band that is playing has a professional set up and looks legit.
So why are they playing out in the middle of nowhere?
“Hey man, can you help me with this keg?” a guy asks in a deep voice from beside me.
I turn to look at him and he’s a big guy, he’s got some 5’o’clock shadow happening and looks like a tough guy.
“Sure thing,” I reply, “so, why do you think these guys wanna play out here?”
“Ah, that’s because Mr. M doesn’t want his father to know that he’s playing.”
“So, then why not go to the city?” I ask.
“Because, if he goes to the city, that’s too many people knowing he’s back on the scene, and Mr. M wants to stay on the down low to make sure he doesn’t bring attention to himself or the area.”
“So, who is this Mr. M?”
“Mr. M? You telling me you don’t know Mr. M?” the guy shakes his head in asking.
“I don’t, should I?”
“You from around these parts?” he asks.
“I live here, but I’m not exactly from here.”
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