The Complete Quake Series

by Chance, Jacob

  My eyes move to the Christmas tree, taking in the strands of lights draped loosely around it. I tug her arms over her head, crossing her wrists. I pull on the string of lights to loosen it more. The ornaments jingle and a couple crash to the floor as the wire gives. More pine needles fall to the floor as I loop it over her wrists. The lights reflect down on her naked body, painting her with a palette of different colors. She looks incredible.

  “You’re perfect,” I tell her.

  She trustingly gazes up at me even though I know this is probably not something she’s ever done before.

  I lower down, pulling one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around it. I move over to her other nipple, teasing the tip with my tongue. Sliding a hand between us I slip inside her panties. My fingers hit the thin strip of hair first and it leads me right to the golden ticket - her clit. She’s soaked and discovering this has my dick impossibly hard. I tear her panties off with my other hand. She raises her hips up, she wants them gone as much as I do. She moans as the pad of my thumb slowly circles her clit. She gasps when I push two fingers inside her and her hips start to rock against my hand. She’s so naturally responsive to me, like I imagined she would be.

  I apply more pressure with my thumb and rub her clit faster. My lips lower to capture hers in a hungry kiss, our tongues chasing each other. Her hips rock faster and I know she’s close. I pick up the pace of my fingers, rubbing her clit until she moans into my mouth and trembles beneath me. I draw back from her lips, smiling at the beautiful flush on her cheeks. I put that there.

  I want to taste her soaking wet pussy. I need my tongue to be buried inside her. I move back and stretch out on the blanket, resting my chin just above her clit.

  “Do you want my mouth on you?” I slide my lips along the length of the sexy, thin strip of red hair, my eyes on her face. Her hips raise and she whimpers.

  “Is that a yes?” I ask, my lips against her clit.

  She moans and lifts her pelvis toward my mouth.

  “Say, yes Zack,” I order. “I want to hear you say my name.”

  “Yes…” I swipe my tongue along her slit. “Zack,” she moans. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Gripping her ankles, I push her legs up to her chest and expose her shiny wet pussy to my gaze. I dive in face first, burying my tongue between her lips, savoring the sweet taste of her as I lick and suck up every trace of her orgasm.

  Every gasp and moan she releases fuels me. I can’t get enough of her. My mouth slides up to her clit to roll it between my lips and tongue. Sucking on the engorged spot until her head thrashes from side to side, I slip two fingers inside her tight heat. Her hips roll under my tongue and against my hand as she climbs toward her release. I suck harder and pump my fingers. She comes with a loud moan. Her entire body spasms so hard she jerks ornaments off the Christmas tree with her arms.

  I jump to my feet amidst the sound of shattering glass, my fingers already on the buttons of my shirt. I tear it off as quickly as I can before tugging my plain white t-shirt over my head. Glancing down at Lana, I catch the heat in her gaze aimed my way. It’s a turn on to know she likes what she sees. Wait until she sees what’s behind door number two.

  I undo the button on my pants, and she bites on her lip. I lower the zipper and the metal teeth grind in the silence of the space. I push my pants and boxer briefs down together, bending over to remove my socks. When I straighten up and she catches sight of all of me, her eyes get comically wide. She looks panicked. I lower down to my knees between her legs and then lay over her, my weight braced on my palms on either side of her.

  “Having second thoughts?” I ask, staring into her large green eyes.

  She shakes her head. “No.” She chews on her lip. “I’m just nervous. I haven’t done this in a long time and you’re…” she trails off, looking away from me.

  I cup her chin in my hand and turn her face back to me. “I’m bigger than he was?” I say, my eyebrow cocked. I need her to admit the bastard’s dick was smaller than mine.

  She nods again. “Yes,” she whispers looking embarrassed. I can’t contain the smile breaking out over my face at her confirmation. I want to run a victory lap around the room singing We Are the Champions. There isn’t a guy alive who doesn’t want to have the biggest cock that’s ever been in his girl’s pussy, whether they admit it or not.

  I slide my nose along the side of hers. “Do you trust me?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

  She licks her lips. “Yes, I trust you.”

  As I gaze down into her wide eyes, it occurs to me I don’t ever want to see disappointment reflected there. I’ll do my best to avoid it. I know sooner or later the truth will find its way to her. But, for now, she can be mine.

  I slide my cock back and forth along her slit. “I’ve been tested and I’m safe.”

  “I am too.” I groan at her answer and begin to push inside her tight pussy. Fuck. She’s like a vise squeezing my cock as I slowly move back and forth. I lean on one arm and let my other hand move down to strum her clit. She gasps, her legs wrap around my hips, her heels digging into my back.

  Her rapid exhales fan across my cheek as I move down to kiss her neck. My hips begin to move faster. My thrusts grow more forceful with every moan or gasp she emits until her hips buck against mine when she comes. I slam inside her once, twice, three more times and come harder than I ever have in my entire life.

  I fall on top of her, keeping all my weight from crushing her tiny frame. I need to be close to her for as long as I can. Goddamn, that was intense. I roll to the side and unwind the lights, then pull her onto my chest. “You’re incredible,” I tell her, kissing the inside of each wrist. She looks up at me with her big doe eyes and smiles as she flushes a shade of pink dark enough to be seen in the dim light.

  This is the most perfect moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. I’ve never been so at peace. I wish it could last forever, but the morning will come and with it all her regret about what we did. Lana’s a thinker, and tomorrow morning will tell that tale soon enough.

  I stare down at the perfection of her face and smooth a hand over her shiny red hair. The soft strands tenaciously cling to my hand. I don’t want to let go either. I want to stay here, wrapped up in her forever.

  I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but the sweet sensation of having Lana in my arms was better than any sedative I’ve ever taken. And I’ve taken my share. I grew up in a household where the nighttime brought violence; I was afraid to go to sleep. As an adult, I still have many nights where it takes a little round pill to do what my body should be able to do naturally.

  When I wake up Lana’s on my chest, sleeping soundly. In the dim lighting from the Christmas tree I can see her thick black eyelashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

  I gently place her on her back and rise to my knees, before scooping her tiny frame up into my arms. She’s out for the count, and doesn’t even stir, as we walk to her bedroom or when I lay her down on her sheet. Not even when I climb in beside her and prop myself up on my arm so I can watch every rise and fall of her chest and marvel at being here with her.

  I glance at the clock on her nightstand and notice it’s four in the morning. I’ve never spent this much time with a woman before. I’ve never slept with anyone or cuddled with them for hours. I like this, but I’m not sure I should still be here when she wakes up. She’s going to need time to process what happened, and I want to give it to her. I also need to think about what’s happened. Being with Lana was life changing, and I’m not naive of this.

  I slide out of her bed and let my eyes trace over the delicate contours of her face. “Thank you, angel.” I trace my fingertips down the side of her cheek, needing to touch her one more time. “Soon, there will be no more secrets between us. I just hope you’re still around when they’re all out in the open.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lana

  Shivering, I burrow deeper into my cocoon of blankets. I need to get
up and put some pajamas on. I’m so cold. I never sleep naked. This last thought has my eyes snapping open, before rapidly closing them again to avoid the bright sunlight coming in through the window.

  Oh, my God. I had sex with Zack last night. Where is he now? Is he still here somewhere? I quickly glance around my room before I pull the covers up over my head. I can feel the heat in my face, flushed with embarrassment and I’m not sure why. I’m a grown woman. I can have sex with whomever I want to.

  The last thing I remember from the night before was lying in Zack’s arms on the living room floor. He must have carried me to bed. I smile. How sweet of him.

  I close my eyes and will myself to go back to sleep but, it only takes a couple of minutes for the shame to set in. I can’t believe I had sex with someone besides Christopher. Why do I feel so guilty? He’s been gone for well over a year now. He’s not coming back for me, and I can’t pine for him for the rest of my life. Our relationship was wonderful until it wasn’t and then it was devastatingly over.

  I’m only twenty-three years old. I don’t want to be alone forever, I’m just not sure if I’m ready to be with someone else yet.

  FIFTEEN MONTHS AGO

  Christopher’s behavior has been getting more bizarre daily and I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s been short with me and keeping up with his mood swings is a full-time job. Where has my easy going fiancé gone? Just this morning we had a horrible fight.

  “What’s wrong, Christopher? I asked, a look of pleading in my eyes. “Tell me what’s bothering you, honey.” I placed my hand on his arm and he shook it off.

  “Nothing, everything would be great if you’d stop constantly nagging me about something being wrong.”

  “You’re not acting like yourself at all. I’m not imagining this.” I cried, helplessly throwing my hands in the air.

  Something’s wrong, whether he wants to admit it or not.

  “I’m leaving for work. I’ll be staying at my place tonight,” he mentioned.

  As he grabbed his jacket from the back of the kitchen chair.

  “Christopher, why are you being like this? I love you and only want what’s best for you.”

  “I love you, Lana, but you’re never happy with me anymore. Maybe we should put the wedding on hold for now.” He leaned forward, kissed my forehead and walked out the door like he didn’t just blow my whole world up.

  Despair washed over me. I sank to the floor when my legs gave out and curled myself up into a ball, my head rested on my knees. I sat there crying enough tears to float away on. How do we get back to where we used to be?

  * * *

  Keeping myself from breaking down about having sex with Zack has been my focus for today. When I’m stressed I tend to overanalyze. I’ll recount every single detail, repeatedly, driving myself crazy. To stop myself from doing this, I prefer to organize. I must be on the verge of a mental collapse today because I’ve organized everything in my house. All the things I possibly can. Every blu ray collection and movie I own is now alphabetized. All two hundred.

  Each of my plastic containers are now wearing their matching cover.

  I organized all the food in my pantry according to size and shape.

  I scrubbed my bathroom from top to bottom and dusted every flat surface and inanimate object I have displayed.

  I removed all the ornaments from the tree and rolled it up in a dirty moving blanket I saved when I relocated here. Knowing it would come in handy sooner or later, I stored it in the basement.

  Now, how am I going to get this monstrosity outside to the curb by myself? With hands on my hips, I stare at the rolled-up bundle like it’s a bomb on the verge of detonating and I must figure out how to diffuse it. Deciding the best plan of action is to drag it out of my apartment, then I can figure out the next step.

  I prop my door open with a Princess Peach doorstop Christopher bought me for my twenty-first birthday. He found it in a second-hand store in San Francisco when he spent two weeks there for Techdeck. He said I had to have it because I was his princess. I fell in love as soon as I saw it, and I remember thinking who else would know me well enough to buy me that?

  Almost three years later, the answer has always been the same - No one. Until now. Placing my fingers on the necklace Zack gave me I feel hopeful he might be someone I can have a future with. I’m just not sure I’m brave enough to give him a chance. I always thought Christopher was it for me and we were a perfect fit. I guess he’d still be here, if that was the case. Now I’m not sure I should trust my instincts when it comes to men.

  Bending over, I wrap my arms around the narrowest part of the tree and drag it with me while I back toward the open door. Unladylike grunts pass between my lips as I wrestle the large bundle inch by inch toward the doorway. With only five more feet to go, I drop the mass to the floor, wiping the sweat from my eyes and forehead. It’s January and freezing cold out, but I’d never know it by the amount I’m perspiring.

  I tuck my bangs behind my ear, glancing down at my faded black sweatpants and stained Zelda sweatshirt. I couldn’t look much worse, if I tried. Wiping my palms on my pants, I step toward my nemesis, prepared to wrestle it out the door or die trying.

  “Do you need some help?” Zack’s deep voice has me freezing in place. My heart feels like it stops then kick starts again. I spin around, and when my eyes raise to meet his the tempo of the beats increases tenfold. Is it possible for your heart to beat to death?

  “Hi.” My voice is husky. I didn’t answer his question, but it’s the best I can do right now.

  He smiles, his feet already moving in my direction. With every step, he takes, I get warmer until I’m convinced I’ll burst into flames. Death by spontaneous combustion also known as Zack.

  “Let me get this for you,” he says, ignoring my awkward reaction to his nearness. He bends down, picking the bundle up like it’s a Charlie Brown Christmas tree and not the oversized one I’d chosen. His biceps bulge and I can see his tattoos peeking out between the bottom of the short sleeves and the bend of each of his elbows.

  My mind flashes back to the night before, remembering how my eyes traced over those tattoos and watched his muscles ripple under them when he thrust his cock inside me. He quickly moves into the hallway and starts toward the stairs.

  I run after him, my embarrassment over my reckless behavior from last night temporarily forgotten. “Where are, you going?” I yell, leaning over the balustrade.

  “I’m taking this out to the curb for you.” His voice echoes up to me.

  When Zack comes back inside, I’m in my kitchen making myself a cup of coffee. I peer over my shoulder at him. “Would you like some?”

  He remains silent, shuffling closer and closer until he cages me in at the sink. Reaching around me, he turns on the faucet, before soaping up his hands. I bite my lip as I watch, remembering what his hands did to my body last night. When he’s done rinsing he grabs the towel from the counter and wipes them dry like he has all the time in the world. Time does seem to stand still with him so close to me. Releasing the towel, his hands grip the lip of the granite on either side of me.

  When his lips touch my ear I shiver. “Are you ready to talk about what happened last night?”

  I chew on my bottom lip. I was hoping we could avoid having this conversation. I shake my head.

  “No?” he questions. “That’s too bad, because I really want to talk about it, and I want to repeat it as soon as possible.” His lips skim my ear, and I shiver. “I’ll let you pretend it didn’t happen for now.” His nose rubs along the back of my neck and my legs tremble. “You can have the space you need to work it all out in this super brain of yours.” Sliding his hand into my hair, he grips it as his lips trail delicate kisses below my ear. “I’m not going to wait for too long, Lana. I’m coming for you, and you need to be ready for what that means. I can’t hold back with you anymore.”

  He turns my face over my shoulder and takes my lips in a quick, passion filled kiss.
When he pulls away, my balance is off, and I grip the countertop in front of me. “Don’t make me wait too long.” He gently bites the bottom of my earlobe before walking away.

  I don’t turn around and watch him. I close my eyes. Feeling him pressed against my back was enough. The imprint of his hard cock is burned into my memory.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Zack

  Leaving Lana’s with a hard on is nothing new. She’s so fucking sexy, and she has no idea. I could practically see the gears turning in her mind. I wish she’d relax and accept that we slept together. Accept it and repeat it over and over. Goddamn. I can’t wait to be inside her again. I’m going to be patient with her and let her have some space for now, but she’s not getting away from me.

  She’s already mine; she just doesn’t realize it yet.

  * * *

  “Mom, it’s just me,” I yell, not wanting to alarm her when she hears the door close. Not that she hears me, anyway. Odds are she’s in a drunken stupor, it’s how she spends ninety-nine percent of the time. This is the way she’s been for the past few years; ever since my father died. I thought she’d be better off without the daily abusive treatment she was subjected to, but she’s fallen apart without his tyrannical ways. Incapable of thinking for herself and making simple decisions, she prefers to drown life’s sorrows in whatever bottle of booze she can find. These days, seeking out her next drink is the only area she’s competent.

  Walking from room to room, I find her in the living room, asleep with a cigarette still burning in the ashtray on the end table next to her. Fuck. She’s going to burn this house down someday and herself along with it. Shaking my head, I stamp out the cigarette.