by Naomi Niles
He pulled my other shoe off, my sock, and took his time taking in my expression while he massaged the balls of my feet. His other hand moved forward, down my thigh, and he grabbed my clit and pressed it in between his fingers. I sucked in a quick burst of air and my hips shot up.
He drove his head through, swept his tongue over my lips, and I could feel them parting, writhing from the tense heat of his breath. He was circling the tip of my clit with his fingers, and drove his tongue through, just enough to send me into a frenzy before he pulled it back.
I reached down to grab his head and push it in, but he pulled back and wagged his finger, then stood up. Pulling his hand away from my clit, he began unbuttoning his pants. His finger slid down the zipper as his thumb flitted over the head of his cock.
Goosebumps popped up on my arms. I needed to touch him, to let him know hat I appreciated him as much as he appreciated me. I sat up…only to have him push me down.
“Stay there.”
“But…”
“No.” He wagged his finger and began lifting his shirt to reveal a trail of hair leading down into his pants, his ridged stomach, the mounds of his chest, and his mountainous shoulders. He threw it off and pounced on top of me. His lips met mine, his body pressed in, and his cock pressed against my thigh.
I wanted it. I needed it. It was infuriating, exciting, and overwhelming. I knew that if I begged for it, he’d make me wait longer. I couldn’t sit through it, though. I would lose my mind – but I didn’t have any other options, and his lips felt so good.
I could feel something move down my thigh, and his bare skin pressed against mine. His cock was sitting upright, pressed against my opening, and he was pulling his pants down lower. The tension, the need — every breath, every movement was torture. He pressed in deeper, and I pushed into it in a desperate attempt to drive him deeper, but he pulled away, and I lost it.
“Don’t you keep me waiting like that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled on his foreskin, moved his hand up, then back again. He took his time, watching my reaction. “You know what this is for?”
“Screw you.”
“You wanted to take some time away.”
“I swear to God, Dwayne.”
I reached down to touch myself, but he caught my hand, lifted it up, and kissed the palm, my wrist, my arm, elbow, then shoulders as he bent down further. My bottom lip quivered when cock grazed my thigh. My hands were shaking, my stomach trembling, and I was struggling to hold it in.
He kissed me and pulled his hips up. Then he was inside. “A-a-ah,” I moaned. The sound left my lips and kept rolling out. He was going slow, edging towards my spot. He stopped short, pulled out, and dove in again, this time closer – but not nearly enough.
“Oh my God…” He pinched my clit. My body was pulsing, and he was moving through me, closer now. I could almost feel the tip pressing in. Then he touched it and a burst of warmth spread up my body, licking at the skin, scorching through tissue and bone. The blast was spreading, taking over, pouring out, reaching into the neglected cracks and crevices, filling them with an overpowering heat. My eyes snapped shut, my head flew back, and I jolted.
When I opened my eyes, he was watching me. He pulled his head lower and grazed his lips over mine, then flicked his tongue through. As the tempo increased, something started to build.
It wasn’t a small campfire or a few bright sparks. This was a meteor falling towards the Earth, and he was pushing it closer with every thrust. When it hit, nothing would survive. He was moving faster now, deeper, each time resting his cock on my spot, then pulling out and back again.
His lips never left mine; his tongue was roaming, his hands traveling down my back, over the curve of my hips. He slammed deep and circled his finger around my clit, over the tip. My voice bubbled out. I couldn’t control it.
It began with a soft note that drove my head back. Then it grew in intensity with every thrust until I was crying out and he was drilling through me. I wasn’t sure if I could take it. Once I went there, there was no going back. I’d be lost in it.
I decided, without even realizing it, that I was giving myself to him, letting him take control, allowing him to conquer my body. He could go wherever he wanted, do what he wanted, and even though I knew I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me. I knew that he’d treat me with care, and he proved it with every kiss.
My voice was coming out in quick bursts met with his lips, then out again. He was pounding me now, hitting the spot every time, driving that meteor further and further down. I was falling now, a sensual wind fluttered over my skin. He pinched my clit, and I jolted up as he pushed into it.
The impact was instant – a whiplash that obliterated everything. I was writhing, crying out, trembling, and shaking. I grabbed the sheets to brace myself, but the tension only made it worse. A fierce heat flowed into me, met with a roar of energy. The shockwave spread out, devouring everything it touched, and flowed between us.
It was a shared experience. His face was strained. His deep, drawn out moan melded with my own cries and created a thunderous blast that echoed through the room into the rest of the house. When he pulled out, the head of his cock dripping, he smiled down at me kissed me, then rolled over to face me.
“You’ve got me,” he said. “I don’t think I could ever get enough.”
“I know I can’t.” We were both out of breath and something was still flowing through me. It was dissipating, but it left a rosy glow that lasted until I fell asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Dwayne
I could feel Gillian’s head resting against my shoulder before I opened my eyes. She was my anchor. Whenever I felt myself slipping back into the desert, I could reach out and touch her. She never failed to bring me back to the moment.
I knew that I would probably wake her up if I moved, so I watched her as long as I could, while the light from the window crept over her face until she started to stir. She turned over, stretched her arms, and opened her eyes. “Good morning.”
I responded with a kiss. She pushed her hand between my legs and grabbed my exposed cock by the base. It flared up and jumped. “That’s so good.”
She slipped her palm up and circled her thumb over the tip. I reached back behind her head and pulled her closer so I could touch my lips to hers. She let me push my tongue through. Her hand was moving faster over the shaft now, and she was starting to pull back.
Her lips were warm against my chest, her breath sweet, and her hand was so smooth, so gentle. She knew how to creep her fingers over the head and twist her palm. The rhythm was perfect. It didn’t take her any time at all to learn it. She simply knew how to move.
Her lips pressed against my stomach. Her hand explored the ridges, the cliffs and hills. Her mouth followed shortly after. She was getting closer. My cock was jumping, and I was ready to lose control. I rested my hand on the back of her head. “Do you want me to suck it?”
I nodded my head. She flicked her tongue out and drew it back. My phone started to ring. “Ignore it,” I said.
She picked it up to see who it was. “It’s your mother.”
“Throw it out the window.”
“Hello?” she answered and stood up. “Oh, hi, Carrie. How are you?” I made a slicing motion across my neck. Gillian ignored me and grabbed her robe off the hook on my bedroom door. She turned back with a grin before she wrapped it around her. “Uh-huh,” she leaned against the doorframe. “I don’t know. Let me ask.” She was trying not to laugh. “Dwayne, would you like to talk to your mother?”
I shot up out of bed, snatched the phone and said, “Mother,” in a tense voice, “I can’t talk right now. Call back. What do you want?”
“I was just wondering if I was ever going to see you again.”
“Jesus,” I sighed. “I’m here with my girlfriend trying to have a nice morning.”
“I know. I know. You hate talking to me. You think
I’m overbearing and spiteful. It’s okay. I get it.”
“I think you’re having too much fun with this.”
“I am, but you still have to come see us.”
“No.”
“What does she want?” Gillian leaned in close to the speaker so she could hear.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Not nothing.”
Gillian heard her this time. She grabbed the phone away from me and walked into the other room. I lay back on the bed and decided to close my eyes as long as I possibly could. “We’d love to. When is it?” There was a pause. “No, don’t worry about him. I’ll make sure he comes.”
“I’m not going.”
“Yes, you are.”
I got up off the bed and grabbed a robe to wrap around my body. Gillian wasn’t getting any for another week after this, and she certainly wasn’t going to see me naked. “Tell her I’ll pull Jesse out of the hospital and drive him down if she makes me go.”
“He wants to know if he can bring Jesse.” Gillian took a second to listen, then, “she says he just got out. That’s why they’re having the party.”
“I just want to spend the day with you.” I wrapped my arms around her.
“Yeah, he said he’d be happy to spend the day with you.” I dug my teeth into her neck. Her eyes went wide, and she clenched her fists. “Ah,” she started to moan and caught herself. “Yeah, that’s fine. No, it’s okay. Dwayne will get it.”
I smacked her on the butt and walked into the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Gillian wanted an audience, and I wasn’t going to give her one. When she walked in, she was off the phone. She pulled a banana off of the fridge, peeled it, and spent her time moving her tongue over the tip.
“Not going to work.” I took a bite of cereal and focused on my bowl.
“You’re not mad, are you?” She sat down at the table.
“Of course, I am,” I said playfully. “I have you and my mother ganging up on me, and now I have to spend the day watching my brother nod out on opiates and drink himself into a coma.”
“We can always just sit in the backyard and pretend we’re the only ones there.”
“Somebody will always find a reason to invade our space. It’s inevitable. Can’t we just stay home in bed?”
“I really wanna go. I haven’t been home in a long time, and we owe it to Jesse to be there. He did save our lives. This isn’t like you, Dwayne.”
“What are you talking about? I hate social events.”
“That’s not what I mean. Normally if somebody did what he did, you’d show them the recognition they deserved.”
I got up to clean my bowl. She stared at me for a second, then walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. I didn’t like pulling away from her like that, but she wouldn’t understand. I was thankful. I would give my life for my brother.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Gillian was just getting out of the shower. I could feel her tension. She walked right past me and didn’t say anything. “What did my mom want me to get?”
“Three packages of chicken thighs.”
“Really?”
“She said she had to throw the whole thing together last minute.”
“Did she say why?”
“No, she didn’t. Maybe she’s just lonely and wanted to have people over. Can you blame her?”
“That couldn’t be it.” I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom to rinse off.
Gillian was standing in front of the mirror in the living room putting on lipstick. When she saw me, she turned away.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I said, it’s nothing.” She went back into her room to grab her purse, then came out and announced that she was ready. She wouldn’t talk to me when she got in the car. I couldn’t stand it.
“I don’t like you being mad at me.”
“I’m not mad at you. I’m just confused.”
“It’s not something I like to talk about.”
“Okay.” She was far from satisfied, but I wasn’t going to budge on this. If she didn’t understand, she never would.
She didn’t want to get out when we got to the grocery store, so I left her there and ran in. Before I got to the register, I grabbed a 2-liter of her favorite strawberry soda and a box of chocolates. When she saw me get into the car with them, she grabbed them out of my hands and threw them in the backseat.
“I’m not doing this.” I got in. “I don’t fight. I don’t.”
“You’re a soldier.”
“I’m talking about petty arguments.”
“It’s strange, Dwayne.”
“Why is it strange? Obviously, he has issues.”
“That doesn’t mean you should judge him for it.”
“That’s what you think this is? You think I’m judging him?”
“You don’t want to be around him.”
“I have my reasons.” I started the car up, and we made the trip down to Gatlinburg in almost complete silence, save for the stray sigh and once Gillian coughed. That was the most excitement we had the entire time.
I looked over at her a few times, ready to say something, but she wasn’t giving me the time of day. Finally, when we started getting closer, I said, “This isn’t fair to me. I have to spend the whole day watching you pout, and I didn’t even want to come.”
“He saved our lives. It doesn’t make sense for you to act like this. You didn’t have a problem at the bar.”
“It’s different now, and it’s not really any of your business, to be honest. I love you, but he’s my brother. Our relationship is complicated.”
“How complicated could it be?”
I didn’t answer. When we pulled up to the house, there weren’t any cars there, aside from my parents’ black SUV. “We must be early.”
Gillian stopped me before I could get out. “They want to sit him down, Dwayne.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t be dense.”
“Are they having a party or are they having a surprise intervention? You know what — no. I want nothing to do with this.” I started the car. She rested her hand on my arm and I turned the car off. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You don’t want anything to do with him. It’s sick. It’s like you don’t care about him at all.”
“That’s not true.”
“Then why don’t you want to see him?”
“Because I care about him. Do you know what he was doing when I got to the hospital?”
“I can imagine.”
“No, you can’t. You didn’t see the sweet little kid that would run around the yard hitting people with sticks or the teenager that was getting straight As before he started smoking weed. Half the reason I left was because I had to watch him degrade. You know he moved onto hard drugs?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“When he comes, he’s going to be nodding out. Do you know what that means? Gillian, do you know what he’s doing?”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“So, before you judge me-”
“I’m sorry.”
I stared at the front door. This wasn’t the first time they’d done this. I was in the navy when they did, but my mother called me to tell me all about it before it happened, and of course, she called me up crying each time he refused to go to rehab. There were overdoses, close calls, and the occasional fight that ended up putting him in hospital. Now, he was living in his van. He was lucky he hadn’t been caught driving around with drugs in the car. Though, part of me thought that prison would do him some good.
Gillian reached up to open the door. I tensed up, and she looked back at me. Suddenly, she threw her arms around me, and I knew that I could face this. She was there. She always knew how to make me laugh and keep my thoughts from taking a dark turn.
“What’s happening?” I asked her. “Is he here?”
“No, Michael’s picking him up.”
“Two days. Michael told me.”
“Jesus... Distract my mother, will ya? If she starts bawling, tell her you want to show her something outside.”
She nodded her head. “Okay.” She pulled away and got out. I followed her to the front door and watched as my mother bent back the blinds, then ran up out to meet us. She noticed my mood immediately. “You wouldn’t have come if I told you.”
“No, I wouldn’t have, and I don’t appreciate this at all.”
“Come on, Carrie. Let’s get the chicken marinated.”
My dad was sitting in the living room watching an old World War II documentary. I plopped down across from him, and he handed me a beer. “Put that shit away,” I said.
He sighed and got up to put it in the fridge. “This is some bull,” he said when he sat back down.
“You’re telling me. You know Mom lied to get me here?”
“If I had my way, they’d drag him off in a straitjacket. He’s been living outside since you got here. I won’t let him in the house.”
I laughed.
“It’s not funny.”
My mom ran out of the kitchen. “We’re just having some food, that’s all. I don’t want either of you telling him a thing.”
My father burped. “Go get me another beer, would you?”
She walked up and snatched his beer from him, then looked him up and down. “You’re drunk. Go upstairs to brush your teeth and change your shirt. It’s stained.” She walked back into the kitchen.
“I guess I don’t have any choice.” My dad walked upstairs.
Gillian came out and sat down next to me. She took my hand. “Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried.” I kissed her on the cheek. “I just want to get through this without a huge disaster.” I looked back at my mom. She was sweating and rushing around the kitchen. The chicken was done, and she was making three different kinds of salad all at once. “I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t want to intrude her space. She was working, and I knew she’d want to make it look like she had things under control. But I had to do something. “Mom…” I leaned against the island.