Sweet Salvation

by Maddie Taylor

  Pushing her knees higher, he opened her wide, positioning her until her legs were bent double and pressed against her shoulders. With the split of her beautiful ass pointing upward, he took her. Pressing the wide head of his cock against her twitching furrow, he tunneled deep. Her muscles clamping around him were almost painful at first, the tight muscles gripping and clenching hard around his unyielding flesh. He gritted his teeth, determined to go slowly, savoring the sight of his hard cock penetrating, sinking bit by bit, stretching the resistant tissues until his cock, well-lubed from her copious juices, was slowly consumed.

  “Jared!” she cried.

  “My cock is impaled deep in your ass, baby. Tell me how it feels.”

  “Full, stretched, wonderful,” she groaned.

  Her complete surrender made him near feral. He wanted to slam into her, taking her, possessing her, owning her. His voice came out gruff as he commanded, “Wrap your arms around your legs and hold them there, baby. I want to watch, as I fuck your exquisite ass. I want to spread your pussy with my thumbs and watch your pussy gush and your muscles clench for me. I want to see you come from just my cock in your ass.”

  She did as bidden, enfolding her arms around her calves, holding them in place as she looked down to where he filled her.

  “Whose ass is this, Stacy?”

  “It’s yours, Jared, all yours.”

  “That’s right. It’s my ass, and this pussy is mine. Your glorious tits and that hot eager mouth, they’re all mine. Isn’t that so?”

  “Yes, Jared. I belong to you.”

  “I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. You’re mine, and you’re gonna take all of my cock—deep and hard—and you’re gonna love it.”

  “Yes! Please!”

  He withdrew and sank back in, stretching her with each return glide.

  “Damn, you’re tight.”

  “Harder, Jared, take me.”

  He gave her harder, and when she begged for faster, he gave her faster too until he was riding her ass, like he would her pussy. Gliding relentlessly in and out, he took her along with him until she again found her release. His eyes greedily watched his possession. Wanting more, he slipped his hands over her pussy and used his thumbs to spread her lips just as he’d promised. In moments, he watched as she came yet again, her muscles clenching, her juices rolling. They slid down to provide more lube making his possession easier, smoother, and he slid in even deeper. It was erotic and hot, and much too much. He could delay no further. Thrusting powerfully once, twice, a third time, he went over the top with a roar, swelling and stretching her more as he filled her ass with his cum.

  He collapsed a moment later, rolling to her side as he withdrew so he didn’t flatten her into the mattress.

  His hand cupped her face and brought her lips up to his. “I’m a lucky man, Stacy. You are perfect, my love.”

  Unable to speak, she just smiled languorously up at him and sighed, obviously content. The lay there holding one another for long moments as their breathing and racing hearts returned to normal. When he recovered, he rolled, taking her with him to the edge of the bed where he lifted her.

  “We’re a sticky mess, baby.” He carried her to the shower, holding her limp body against him as he adjusted the spray and stepped in with her. Under the shower of warm water, he washed her thoroughly, intimately. When his soapy fingers ran through her cleft, washing her front thoroughly before lastly moving to her back, he heard a whimper.

  “Sore?”

  “No, you’re making me want you again.”

  “I want that too, but if I take you again, you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.” He finished up quickly. No way was he taking her again tonight. She could barely stand. Rubbing her dry with the thick towel, he carried her back to the bed and tucked her in, climbing in behind. Curling around her back, he pulled her close and reached to switch off the light.

  As he settled back on the pillows, his arms encircling her, he smiled when she sighed, a sound of pure exhaustion.

  “What happened to greedy Stacy who wanted me again only a minute ago?”

  “I must have been possessed or something, darlin’, cause you wore me out. I can’t move, let alone fuck again.”

  “Hm… I’ll have to watch my language. You’re picking up my bad habit.”

  She laughed softly. “You do get rather salty when you make love to me, not to mention demanding, possessive, and insatiable.”

  “Yeah, and you love it. Still, I’ll have to do better with my salty tongue, my little copycat. I prefer sweet to salty every day.”

  “Your salty tongue is wonderful every day, sugar. I got no complaints.”

  She didn’t comment again after that, her voice trailing off into a whisper. Then he heard the slow cadence of her breathing as she eased into a sated, exhausted sleep. He pressed a kiss into her hair and relaxed against her. “Love you, my sweet Stacy.”

  “Love you too, Jared.”

  “I thought you were asleep,” he chuckled. She fought sleep like a child, afraid she’d miss something. “No more talking for now, my sweet girl. Sleep. We’ve got another big day tomorrow.”

  * * *

  Stacy watched anxiously as her nana’s antiques were loaded on the truck. “They’re priceless to me, Jared.”

  “I know, honey, they’re being careful.”

  “It’s a good thing I haven’t finished all the rooms. We would have been overrun with furniture, otherwise.”

  “I like those antiques. They’ll look great in one of the guest rooms.”

  There was an entire bedroom suit, as well as Nana’s rocking chairs, an antique pie safe and a china hutch. As the movers pulled away from the curb, Jared sighed. “I’m beat. Let’s have one more look around and then we need to get going. Our flight leaves in two hours.”

  They did a final walk through, Stacy clinging tightly to Jared’s hand, trying to keep her emotions in check. While checking the basement and now empty storage room one more time, Jared peeked under the recessed area under the stairs. “Looks like we’re good to go.”

  “Wait a sec,” Stacy said, moving past him. She bent down and removed a loose board toward the back of the cramped space. “I almost forgot my hidey-hole back here.”

  She pulled out a dusty scrapbook decorated with hand-drawn flowers in pinks and purples, rainbows, and smiley-faced suns. Laughing, she crawled out, bumping her head on one of the overhanging steps. “Ouch! I remember doing that as a kid too,” she whined, pressing on the injury with the flat of her hand. “I had a permanent sore spot right in this exact spot for years.”

  “Let me see.” Jared grabbed her head between his big hands and angled it toward the light, which was a dim bulb hanging from a chain in the middle of the ceiling. He kissed the stinging spot gently. “You’ve got a little red spot but the skin isn’t broken. What do you have there?”

  “My scrapbook from middle school.”

  She opened it to pages filled with mementos: ticket stubs, programs, pictures of her and her friends.

  “Why was it hidden under the stairs?”

  “It was my wish book and top secret,” she said in a mock whisper. “You know, the kind I could tell you about, but then I’d have to kill you. That kind of top secret. You see, I had information on my secret crush in here.” She held up an old picture of Brad Pitt, laughing as Jared made the first eye roll she had ever seen and a face of pure and utter disgust. “I was thirteen, darlin’; every thirteen-year-old girl in the US of A was in love with Brad that year. And then it happened.”

  “What?”

  “He married Jennifer Aniston, of course. Me and my friends went nuts. And even though my plan was to grow up and marry Brad, have a big dream wedding and lots of little Pitts, I didn’t mind when he married Jen, because we loved her too.” She flipped through the pages, looking at the gazebo by the ocean where they would take their vows, the wedding dress from a magazine that she’d cut out and lovin
gly pasted in the book, labeling underneath it ‘Mrs. Stacy Pitt’; she had even selected the shoes she would wear. Pictures of food and flowers she’d have at her reception were also glued lovingly onto pages. Shaking her head at her teenage silliness, she glanced at Jared, still smiling. She stopped short when she noticed his expression had become strained and his eyes were a steely gray—his angry chameleon eyes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I think it’s odd that as a girl you dreamed of a big elaborate wedding with your fantasy man, but now when you have the chance to do it for real it’s a judge or Elvis.”

  “I was thirteen, Jared. That was half a lifetime ago.”

  “Hmm… It’s getting late. We need to go now so we don’t miss our plane.”

  “Jared, it was just a silly schoolgirl fantasy…” She stopped when she saw she was speaking to his retreating back. Damn! She should have kept it top secret, but no way did she think he would see her fantasy wedding then as a rejection of him now. Maybe she should remind him that Brad and Jen’s fairytale marriage hadn’t turned out so well.

  The drive to the airport was quiet, as was check-in. Stacy was so upset about his reaction that she forgot to be nervous as the plane taxied and lifted off. As they sat in the near empty first-class cabin after takeoff, Stacy couldn’t take it anymore.

  “You’re not seriously angry over a childish game I played in middle-school, are you?”

  “No, I’m not angry, just disappointed.”

  There it was again—disappointment—so much worse than his anger. “But I don’t understand why.” She was past annoyed about his reaction to her scrapbook and she told him so. “People change and often their dreams change with them. It was thirteen years ago and I think you are being silly about this.”

  “Is it silly to worry that the woman you love is giving up on her dreams, or trying to filter the information about her past? You didn’t even want me to see this side of you, Stacy. It’s not like you lived in a tenement downtown or your parents were drug addicts or some kind of criminals. You seemed to have had a very typical childhood with loving parents. You had friends and dreams for your future. So it hurts that you tried to withhold that part of your life from me.”

  “You don’t understand, Jared. It’s hard for people who haven’t lost someone close to them, but my dreams changed when my parents were taken from me. We were close and I expected them to be a big part of my life, like your parents are for you. Part of my dream wedding was shopping for my wedding dress with my mother, and doing all the wedding planning with her. My daddy was going to walk me down the aisle and dance the father-of-the-bride dance with me to Butterfly Kisses. He loved that song and sang it to me as a little girl.”

  Her voice broke and she had to swallow against the tears that clogged her throat before she could continue. Looking out the window, she barely saw the endless blue horizon and didn’t take the time to marvel, as she did on their earlier flight, how the plane moved along as if by magic on a huge cottony white carpet. Instead, she thought how different her life was turning out from what she’d imagined at thirteen. Not all of it was bad, quite the opposite since Jared had entered her life, if she’d only just had her parents a while longer.

  Her eyes turned back to him and she knew they were once again wet with tears; still it was important that he finally understand how she felt about the wedding. “None of those dreams are going to come true. So, even though I love you with all my heart, Jared, our wedding day is going to be bittersweet without them there.”

  “Honey—”

  “Please let me finish. I told you this once but I don’t think it stuck, so I’m gonna try telling you again. When I was thirteen and made that scrapbook and all the years leading up to my parents’ death, I wanted to get married. Now I just want to be married and I want to be married to you. The journey isn’t as important as the destination anymore. You are my destination, Jared.”

  “I’m also a colossal ass.” He unbuckled their seatbelts and lifted the armrest between them, pulling her against him. “I’m sorry, baby. I need my butt kicked for being so insensitive.” He bent his head to her and kissed her forehead.

  She saw anger in his silvery gaze, but knew it was self-directed for a change. She understood why he didn’t like when she belittled and maligned herself—it hurt. She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. As they held each other, she got a naughty idea.

  Her hands at his back slid down and cupped his butt. As he stiffened, she gripped his ass cheeks and squeezed. “No negative self-talk, baby, or I’ll be tannin’ your hide next time.”

  He started to shake and then she heard it, the deep laugh rumbling from his chest. She smiled, as he pulled her fully onto his lap.

  “You forgive me then, baby?”

  “Of course, Jared, haven’t you always forgiven my runaway mouth? How could I not do the same when you cram your size fourteen into your own? But I think I owe you ten for your language this weekend.” She ruined her tease with a giggle against his chest.

  “You’re pushing it, Stace.” His hand cupped her chin and lifted her face for his kiss.

  “I love you, darlin’,” she breathed when their lips met.

  “Love you too, beautiful.”

  They were lucky to have roomy first-class seats in a half-empty cabin, because the make-out session that followed would have been much too much for coach.

  Chapter Eleven

  Marc waved Jared over as he entered the bar area. A few minutes late, Jared had missed choosing the appetizers and drinks for the evening, again. A rule the two of them had since their college days when money was tight and they had to share apps at half-off beer nights or find a bar with happy hour buy-one-get-one-free drafts. Even Marc had been on a strict budget, his dad determined to make him see the value of a dollar. So he too had to watch his pennies.

  Times had changed and they could easily afford what they liked, but it was a habit. It was also fun to see who arrived first and for the winner to give the loser shit about it for the rest of the evening. As loser, Jared would have to settle for draft beer and loaded nachos, Marc’s go-to game time food and beverage. If Jared had gotten there first, Marc would have been stuck with loaded cheese fries and Jager shots, or even worse, Jager bombs, which thankfully Jared hadn’t subjected him to since their twenties. Jagermeister, being somewhat bitter, was an acquired taste, which Marc had learned to tolerate over the years.

  “That’s three in a row. I’m picking the time and place next time.”

  “Not my fault I’m prompt. Craving cheese fries, bud? Is it that time of the month already?”

  “Fuck you, Trent.”

  Marc laughed good-naturedly. Nothing one said ever ticked off the other. They’d been friends for too long, over three decades. Marc picked up his beer and lifting it in a half-hearted toast said, “So here we are again. I thought we were done going dateless on Friday nights.”

  “Yeah, instead of being with my hot little blonde, once again, I’m stuck with your ugly mug.”

  “Aww, you’re gonna be bitchy tonight. Should I get you a Midol?”

  Jared gave a snort of laughter. “Sorry. I am a bit pissy. It’s just that Stacy left dressed to the nines and it was all I could do to let her walk out the front door.”

  “I hear ya, man. You should have seen what Jess was wearing. I had to take a cold shower after she left.”

  “I don’t get it. Women like to dress up, even for other women. Men don’t do that. Do you give a shit what I’m wearing?”

  Marc’s eyes shifted to the dark suit and tie Jared wore. “I don’t give two shits. I do care about my woman, out on the town, looking like pure sex on two legs.” Shaking his head at his behavior, he was amazed at how much their lives had changed in the past year. “We’re quite a pair, huh?”

  “Yeah, aren’t you glad we got engaged so we could spend our evenings with the women we love?” Jared said, scooping a heaping helping of
loaded nachos onto his plate. “Kidding aside, I’m hoping a night out with her girls will get Stacy to chill a little. She’s stressing over the year-end analysis at the clinic and working late prepping for her financial review with the board isn’t helping.”

  “That sounds like me and Jess.”

  “What’s the problem?”

  “She’s letting the hospital work her to death. You know how they are. I hardly see her and when I do, she’s exhausted. She won’t even consider coming to work for us at the clinic. Plus, she’s pulling all these extra shifts and doubles lately. She says she’s covering the floor but I think it’s to pay for what she feels is the bride’s responsibility for the wedding. I’ve tried to convince her that I can well afford to pay for everything. The last time I mentioned it, she got angry and had a meltdown.”

  “Hm… this sounds familiar, except Stacy had her meltdown at dinner with my parents. She’s gone nuts over all this wedding business too.”

  “Maybe we should all just head to the courthouse and forget all the wedding craziness.”

  “You sound like Stacy, except she wants to elope to Las Vegas.”

  “Smart girl.”

  “That would break my mother’s heart.”

  “Yah, but wouldn’t it make your bride happy? I wish I knew how to make my bride happy. She’s so moody I asked if she was pregnant.”

  “Damn, bro! You didn’t.”

  “Yep, she thought I was calling her fat. It was not a good scene. I’m such a fuck-up.”

  Jared shook his head. “In order to avoid a meltdown into full-blown bridezilla, I agreed to a judge and a small party afterwards. That means you’re off the hook for the monkey suit.”

  “Good for you, man. Now solve my problem.”

  “I guarantee it is not a simple problem. If Jess is like Stacy, it’s a deep-seated issue that you’ll have to dig for. Don’t be surprised if you step in it a time or two before you figure it out, like I did.”