by Sky Winters
A loud cry escaped her lips as he entered her, his enormous cock filling her, pushing her already tender pussy outward as he filled her with his incredible girth. He seemed to be insatiable as he fucked her with deep, hard strokes, sending her into a fit of involuntarily cries originating from a mix of pain and pleasure. Each stroke brought her closer to yet another orgasm that she couldn’t believe she still had in her until she was just a huge puddle of wetness beneath him.
“You feel fucking fantastic,” he breathed, suddenly pulling free of her long enough to flip her over and put her on all fours. She tangled her fingers into the sheets beneath them in an effort to brace herself against his heavy strokes as he entered her from behind, pounding into her fiercely.
“Yes, fuck me. God. Fuck me harder,” she found herself begging him.
He was only too happy to accommodate her, his body slamming against her rounded backside, pushing her forward with his powerful thrusts while his hands grasped her waist to pull her right back onto him again. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take and yet, didn’t want it to stop. It was pretty certain to her that she would be content for him to fuck her until she couldn’t move anymore. No one had ever been so rough with her and she loved every moment of it.
“You like that?” he breathed against her back, leaning forward as he slowed his strokes for a moment, pushing deep inside of her until she felt him all the way into what must certainly be her very center.
“Yes, don’t stop. I love the way you are fucking me,” she panted, no longer in control of herself.
“I don’t think I’d ever be able to get enough of you,” he groaned. Goldie could feel his rock hard cock pulsating inside of her, breathing a strange sort of life into her from the inside. She felt like she had been tenderized and thus, more sensitive to every stroke as he fucked her with wild abandon. He seemed to last forever, longer than she could have ever dreamed of.
Their bodies rocked back and forth as he continued fucking her, encouraging the way she cried out and begged him for more. Just when it seemed he might last forever, she felt his body begin to convulse, an odd sort of growl coming up from his core as he flooded her sore inner walls with hot, sticky cum. He collapsed against her for a moment before pulling free and falling over to one side of her.
“I can’t tell you how incredible that felt,” he said as he lay on the pillow beside her.
“You don’t have to. That was amazing,” she agreed, snuggling into the pillow beside him.
There was something odd about him. His eyes had looked very blue when they were at the party, but now, they appeared almost black, very dark and fierce looking. Thinking perhaps it was just the light, she dismissed it and settled into her pillow, a content smile on her face.
Moments later, he was asleep, sated and content. Goldie lay in the near darkness, looking at his outline on the bed beside her. So much for after sex cuddling or conversation. While the sex had been off the charts, it was always a letdown when the person you were with just rolled over and went to sleep. She guessed it had been too much to hope for that he might be the total package, but she supposed she could forgive him for his post-coital shortcomings considering how good he was at the act itself.
It took a while for her to come down from the high of such intense sex and fall asleep. Her mind raced with thoughts about where this might lead and she cautioned herself not to let it go there. It wasn’t in her nature to have one night stands, but she had decided that was what was best for her and she needed to stick with that attitude. Getting too attached to a man she would be leaving behind in less than a week was a bad idea. Even if he was interested in something beyond what they had just shared, long-distance relationships were too hard, especially for someone like her who didn’t seem to be able to even maintain one in the same town.
Goldie finally fell asleep after chiding herself for trying to make too much out of this and also for not being more careful. She wasn’t on the pill, as she hadn’t needed to be with Greg and had been on a streak of abstinence for a bit before he came along. It had been nice to give her body a break from the chemicals. Not only was there pregnancy to consider, but also other things that could be equally as devastating. She definitely needed to not repeat tonight and get back on birth control before she decided to have another one-night stand.
“Goodnight,” she said to the sleeping man beside her, knowing that he couldn’t hear her but somehow feeling like she should say something as she drifted off into a mostly peaceful sleep. She awoke later in the night, feeling out of breath, fresh from a dream in which she was running through the forest, but she hadn’t been human and neither had the others that had been running with her. There was no fear, just pure exhilaration.
“Bad dream?” Joshua said sleepily from beside her.
“No, just odd. Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she told him.
“Who can sleep?” he replied, smiling at her as shadows fell across them on the bed. He reached for her pulling her to him and sinking his teeth into her neck provocatively. She whimpered as she felt his hard cock pressing into her and then he was inside of her again, fucking her until she shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. He pulled her back against him, pushing deeper inside her as she cried out. Then he came inside of her once again before kissing her softly on the shoulder and falling back asleep, on his own side of the bed.
This time, Goldie didn’t over think it all. Instead, she rolled over and fell back asleep, content and grateful for at least once incredible night with the fantastic creature that lay beside her. He might not be Mr. Right, but he certainly was someone she would remember fondly for years to come. A smile crossed her face as she drifted back off into dreamland for the few remaining hours until daylight. When she awoke, she got dressed quietly and made her way back to the lake house, slipping in and climbing into her bed there for a while longer.
Chapter Four
Still coming down from the incredible night of sex with hunky Joshua, Goldie reminded herself to keep it casual. He could be her boy toy while she was here at the lake and then she could put him behind her when she went home. It was just sex and she refused to even try to make it any more than that, though he seemed like a nice enough guy.
“So, you had a good night then?” Ian said with a smile as she walked into the kitchen the following morning.
“I did,” she said, blushing a little.
“Of course we want all the details, but we won’t ask,” Randy added, with a laugh. “Sit down and have some breakfast with us.”
“No thanks. I didn’t get much sleep. I’m going to go lie back down for a while I think,” she admitted, her face still flushed.
“I’ll bet,” Ian said as they both laughed and returned to their conversation. “Listen, we won’t lecture you. You’re a grown woman, after all, but be careful with Joshua. He belongs to a sort of gang. There are a lot of rumors about them.”
“What kind of rumors?” she asked.
“Now, Ian. Just let the girl have her fun. You know those are just wild stories,” Randy said, turning back to Goldie. “Don’t even worry about it. It’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” she said, not so sure.
“Positive. We have to get going anyway. No time for fairy tales,” Randy said.
When Goldie awoke several hours later they were gone, leaving her a note that they were in the village doing a bit of shopping if she wanted to come in and join them. Goldie grabbed a quick shower and tossed on some jeans and a t-shirt, slipping into her sandals. Settling for another loose ponytail, a hint of mascara and lip gloss, she headed out the door and walked toward the main hub that began at the end of the street leading into the lakeside cabin area. She met them coming back just as she reached the corner.
“Oh, honey. You should have given us a ring and we’d have waited for you. Oh, never mind. We’ll just go back with you then for a bit,” Ian told her.
“No, no. Go on back. You both have your hands full of bags. I
can roam around by myself. It’s not like it’s a very big place.”
“Not at all. It is a rather quaint little area, isn’t it? That’s why we love it so much!” he replied.
“I’ll check it out a bit and be back a little while later.”
“Sounds good. Don’t be too late. We’re making fajitas and margaritas for dinner!” Ian told her.
“That does sound delicious!” Goldie replied, realizing that she hadn’t eaten anything since last night. Perhaps she’d grab a bite to eat at one of the local places while she was out and about.
Instead, she found herself attracted to a place that advertised itself as a general store, but it wasn’t like the cheap dollar stores that usually referenced themselves with that name. This was more like an old style mercantile you’d find in a small town. Stepping inside was like going back in time. There was everything from fishing tackle to groceries to be had here.
“Wow, this is fantastic,” she said aloud, running her hand over a wooden rocker that sat among a section of furniture on one side of the large barnlike building.
“Thank you. I made it by hand. Solid oak,” a voice nearby replied, catching her off guard.
“Impressive,” she replied.
It was as much a statement about the appearance of the rocking chair as it was about the man claiming to have made it. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His rugged good looks were punctuated by a shock of wavy black hair and neatly trimmed beard. His blue eyes flashed with mischief as he reached up to lean on a nearby counter. It was then that she noted the paw tattoo on his hand, the same one that last night’s lover had on his. Obviously, they were a part of the same group.
“Thank you, um, Miss . . .?”
“Miss Dawson, but you can call me Goldie.”
“Good to meet you, Goldie. I’m John Sebastian. You must be new in town. I haven’t seen you in before.”
“I’m just visiting friends over on the lake. Ian and Randy Keller,” she offered.
“Ah, yeah. I live just across the water from them. Good guys.”
“Yes, they’re the best. You weren’t at their party last night though. I thought the whole neighborhood was invited.”
“Ah, yeah. I was working on a piece and got pretty tied up with it. I can get into my work at times,” he told her. There was something that said he was not quite telling the truth, but she hardly knew him so had no reason to question it.
“Well, the dedication shows.”
“I like to think so.”
“Very much. Anyway, I have to get going. It’s past time to find a bite to eat somewhere. Any recommendations?”
“Well, I was actually about to go grab something myself. There is a little café not far from here. They have some amazing shrimp lime and cilantro tacos. I’ve been craving them all morning.”
“Oh, that does sound delicious. I don’t want to impose though.”
“No imposition at all. Come on and we’ll go. It’s just about three blocks up by the edge of the water.”
Goldie smiled at him, following him past the front counter, where he told the clerk there that he was out to lunch for a while. She nodded, barely even acknowledging him before resuming her texting. Goldie noticed an odd familiarity about the girl that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but John seemed to read her mind as her gaze lingered on the girl.
“Kid sister,” he told her. “We favor quite a bit, huh?”
“Yes, you do,” Goldie laughed.
“Our folks left me this place when they died. It’s been in the family for generations. She’s a senior over at the local high school and itching to get as far away from the watchful eye of big brother as soon as possible. Got herself a scholarship to UCLA so she can be California dreamin’ by fall.”
“This place will be a handful by yourself.”
“Nah. I’ll just have to shell out a little more to hire someone to help and the guys in my group will help me out, if I need them.”
“Your group?” she asked, though she already had a good idea of who he was referring to.
“Yeah. We watch each other’s backs,” he said with a slow smile that just melted her.
“Always good to have people like that in your life,” she replied.
“It is. Here we are,” he told her, waving his hand toward the small grill to their right, along the edge of the water.
“Great. I’m looking forward to this already,” she said as they stepped inside.
Though he was handsome and flirtatious, Goldie had already made up her mind that this couldn’t go past a friendly lunch. She was just up for having fun, she really didn’t want to sleep with more than one guy at a time. It was best just to have her fun with Joshua while she was here and let that be the extent of it. Plus, it was a bad idea to see both of them with their being a part of the same brotherhood or whatever it was.
“You weren’t kidding! These are delicious!” she told him as they finished off the last of their shrimp tacos.
“I know. Best in town. Listen I’m going to have to get back to the store, but I’d really like to see you again if that’s okay.”
“I appreciate it, but I am only here for a short time and think that maybe it just would be best not to. I hope you understand,” she said.
“Come on. Call it a casual fling,” he said with a sultry smile.
“That sounds a bit forward,” she countered playfully.
“That is because it is a bit forward. I know what I like when I see it. Let me buy you a drink later.”
“Well, I suppose a drink can’t do any harm.”
“I suppose that is exactly right. I’ll swing by and pick you up around eight, if that’s good for you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” she told him as he paid their bill and dropped a tip on the table, walking her out.
Outside, they went their separate ways on the sidewalk. Visiting a few more shops before returning to Ian and Randy’s place, she found herself a sensational little skirt and top to wear on her night out with John. She still considered that it wasn’t really like her to sleep with two men at once and told herself that she would not cross that line with him, no matter how attracted to him she might be.
Chapter Five
“Well, now . . . where is our girl headed out to tonight?” Ian asked as she came out of her room later that night, dressed to go out.
“I got invited out for drinks while I was in town today. I thought I mentioned it at dinner.”
“You most certainly did not. We would have remembered. Who is the lucky guy?”
“Someone I met at the general store today. John Sebastian is his name.”
The two men exchanged smiles and looked at her knowingly. She wondered what secret they were keeping that caused their bemusement and whether it was good or bad.
“What? Spill it.”
“Nothing honey. Only one of the biggest hunks in town. Half the girls here would kill to be asked out by him and the other half just can’t hope because they settled for less,” Randy said.
“Oh, come on. He’s not all that.”
“Please. He’s gorgeous and a business owner. Down to earth, friendly. He’s the total package.”
“I guess he is kind of hot.”
“Yeah, you guess,” Ian laughed with Randy quickly joining in.
“Just be careful. There’s a full moon out tonight,” Randy joked.
Goldie was happy to be saved by a knock on the door. Randy waved her toward it as if to say it was for her and she walked over, opening it to the smiling face of John.
“You look gorgeous. Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“I am,” she told him, turning to say her goodbyes to Ian and Randy.
John stuck his head inside the door and greeted them as well before taking her arm and walking down the sidewalk toward a bar and grill called Dockside. It was well lit with strings of lights that hung along the wooden beams that made up the back patio that jutted slightly out onto the lake.
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bsp; “Have you been here before?” he asked.
“No. I’ve only been in town for a couple of days now. This is my first trip up to visit Ian and Randy since they bought the lake house.”
“I see. So, what brought you up here now?”
“Just a vacation. I’m a costume designer and my show is on break until filming starts again in a few weeks. I thought I’d get out and enjoy a change of scenery.”
“Wow, a costume designer, huh? That sounds far more interesting than running a general store. Which show do you work on?”
“Stygian Stories,” she told him.
“Really? I love that show. You design those really creepy costumes they wear?”
“Not all of them, but quite a few, yes.”
“I’m fascinated,” he told her just as they made their way into the front of the restaurant.
It was hard to miss how the hostess fretted over him and the waitress wasn’t much better. Both of them flirted outrageously, despite his being there with an apparent date. Goldie couldn’t help but note how he was polite to them, but never took his eyes off of her, sending a clear message. He grabbed a seat for them outside on the deck where they could enjoy the water and the stars beginning to form in the darkening sky above them.
“I wish I had gone to college. I wanted to, but after mom and dad died, I had my sister to take care of and the business to run. Life takes you where it will, I suppose.”
“That it does, but it’s not too late. You could always go now that your sister is leaving the nest,” she replied.
“No. The general store does okay, but not well enough to pay two college tuitions. I do take a class here and there online. I’m almost a sophomore. Plus, I have obligation here,” he laughed.
“That’s progress. What are you studying?”
“Geology. I’ve always been fascinated with any kind of earth-based science.”
“Not something I know anything about, I’m afraid.”
Their conversation was briefly interrupted as the waitress brought their drinks and they sipped at them for a moment, regrouping the conversation. It wasn’t as if it was hard to talk to him. In fact, he might just be the easiest person to talk to on the planet. She wondered if he knew Joshua, though she didn’t dare bring up his name. Though they were a part of the same club, they seemed so different. Joshua was bold, sexual, but not a brilliant conversationalist. He did his talking with his body, for the most part.