Mr. Fixit

by Lauren Landish

  “Good,” I reply, sitting back and reaching for the hem of my top. “Because I want the same.”

  Jake grins, watching as I pull my top off and then undo my bra, his hands twitching when he sees my breasts spill out, free from everything. He blinks, then looks me in the eye, his voice a raspy whisper. “They're perfect. You... you're perfect.”

  Jake kisses me again, his lips finding my ear even as he pulls me to him, my hands helping him out of his shirt. My skin burns where his lips roam, down my neck to my shoulder and then across the tops of my breasts. My heart stops as he circles around my heart itself before he captures my left nipple, sucking hard and tugging with his teeth. I'm on fire, lost in the pleasure, and Jake holds me, his hands lifting my skirt to push my thong down my hips and off my ass. “Yes... oh Jake yes, please... I want you so bad...”

  He lifts me up again, laying me back on the bed and getting between my legs, kissing lower over my stomach to look up into my eyes.

  I run my fingers through his hair, which is starting to come out of the thick ponytail he's pulled it back into.

  I nod, biting my lip as I hold back what I want to say. But now's not the time for words. I've dreamed of this and more for so long.

  Jake lifts my skirt, sliding my panties the rest of the way off my legs, stroking my stockings. It's slightly kinky in the way it looks and I love it, the fire in his eyes as I show him my trimmed pussy. I wonder if I should have shaved, some guys like it, but Jake's smile reassures me and he kisses the inside of my thigh, sliding down the bed to adjust himself between my legs. “Beautiful.”

  “It's yours,” I whisper, knowing I'm again saying less than I want to say. Still, Jake smiles and lowers his head. I can't see anything, my skirt is in the way, but I feel his breath on my skin, and then suddenly pure white pleasure rolls through my body. His tongue strokes my lips, lifting my hips off the mattress and causing me to cry out, he's so amazing.

  Jake licks me even better than I imagined. His tongue seems to find every pleasure spot, moving with slick, firm strokes that leave my nerves crying out for more and more. My heart's racing, I can't believe how good it feels, and he doesn't make a single sound as I wrap my fingers in his hair and grind against his tongue. Jake slips his tongue deep in my pussy, stabbing over and over again as deep as his tongue will go while his hands hold me against him, no mercy in his relentless licking and sucking of my tender folds.

  I'm groaning, lost when Jake's tongue draws back and licks higher, higher toward my clit which is aching and swollen. When the tip of Jake's tongue circles around it, I feel a ball of heat build in my stomach I've never felt before. Holy fuck, I'm almost ready to come, and Jake doesn't stop. His tongue flickers over my clit, a jolt of energy shooting all the way up my body to explode behind my closed eyelids, my eyes snapping open as I cry out, grunting and calling out his name. “Jake! Oh gods yes! Jake!”

  “Mine. All mine,” Jake rumbles as he licks my clit, each sweep of his tongue pushing me higher and higher. His tongue switches from quick, nimble flicks to deep, rough sweeps over my aching clit, each time building that ball building inside my belly, deep and large. This isn't just going to be an orgasm, it's going to be something different, something I've never felt before. The heat's too big, growing past my belly to creep up my spine, into my lungs which seem to fill with a warm syrup, I'm barely able to breathe, then my heart stops, and I don't care, I'm dying under Jake's tongue and I don't care, I love it... I love him...

  Jake's tongue flicks again, and all the heat explodes, my body shattering into pieces as I come, screaming his name over and over senselessly as I pull his hair, unable to control myself. All I know is I'm not the same, I'm never going to be the same, and that Jake's here. I'm safe, I can be this new me, and I'll always be his woman, forever and ever. Magic? Oh yes this is magic, magic that we're making right now, our hearts and souls and bodies adding to the glow inside of me, the glow that says no matter what... I belong to Jake Axton.

  Chapter 8

  Jake

  Her essence is still on my lips and I sneak my tongue out to taste it again, amazed, the heady musk filling my nose and seeping into my brain like a drug, both clouding things while putting Cassie in razor-sharp focus. When she nodded nervously, I thought maybe she meant she'd never had a guy go down on her, but when she came, calling out my name and saying things I don't think she's aware of still, I realized she'd never come from that before. That I was her first, the first to show her how beautiful she is and how amazing it can be... I feel it inside me, I need her forever.

  Cassie twitches, her eyes rolling as the last tremors of her orgasm ripples through her, until her eyes focus behind her sexy glasses, and she looks at me, her forehead dotted in a sexy sheen of sweat and smiles. “Jake... my Jake...”

  Her words fill me with desire and with purpose, rejoicing at the sound. Her Jake. Her Jake. I like that sound. I like it more than the sound of eighty thousand people cheering for me, I like it more than the roar of throwing a touchdown. Her Jake. “My Cassie.”

  She nods, whispering the words back to me. “Yours.”

  I reach for the waistband of my pants, undoing the tight breeches and pushing them down, getting off the mattress only long enough to pull the pants all the way off and drop them next to the bed. Cassie's eyes never leave me as I kneel down, reaching for the pocket on the pants where I put my 'safety kit' of ID and condom. I take it out and remove the condom I kept in there just for tonight, but she shakes her head. “It's safe. And I'm clean.”

  “I'm clean, too. Are you sure?” I ask, wanting so much to give her what she wants, but I have to be sure. With any other girl I wouldn't take the chance. This is a level that... one missed pill, one percent chance... one night of magic...

  “I'm sure. I'm your woman fully tonight.”

  I nod, the condom tumbling from my fingers to fall forgotten on the floor, and instead I lie down next to her, stroking her face and her arm with my fingertips, kissing her tenderly.

  She reaches down and takes my cock in her hand. I'm already hard, and my cock jumps in her hand. Her body is flawless, like she was sculpted by the universe just for me.

  She has been, a voice inside me says, a voice I've never heard before but instantly believe. And you've been made just for her. Now finish the magic, make the bond that lasts forever.

  Cassie's eyes seem to glow as I roll her onto her back again, and even the lighting seems different. Before, the lamps in the room glowed a warm, dim yellow, like you'd think oil lamps should, but now it feels like the light is paler, whiter... like the full moon that's outside. I can almost feel the wind on my back as I line myself up with her, the head of my cock stroking between the lips of her pussy, pausing as I reach out, entwining my fingers with hers. My right hand holds my cock as I push forward slowly, sinking into her tight, warm depths and I take her other hand in mine as I let myself go deeper and deeper, and in one full stroke, I feel my hips settle against her ass, and I'm there.

  I blink, shocked, and Cassie smiles, squeezing my hands and wrapping her legs around my hips. “You're the perfect size for me.”

  I lift my hips a little and push in again, both of us smiling at the feeling. It's different than anything I've felt before. If the word can even apply... it's magical. I lean forward, pinning Cassie's hands to the mattress as I adjust, our eyes never leaving each other as I start thrusting, my cock feeling harder and stronger than I've ever felt. There's no words, the feelings are too strong, every nerve in my body calling out in pure joy as I stroke in and out of her. She grips me with every stroke, just the right amount of pressure to make each one feel like I'm climbing higher and higher toward a heaven I've always wanted to reach.

  It can't be due to no condom. It's Cassie, it has to be, and I give myself totally to her, feeling her body and her heart beat in time with mine, her breasts quaking with the power from each thrust of my hips. I swear there is something special, something spiritual, and if the word fits... holy in this
moment.

  I feel my hips speed up, driving harder and faster into Cassie's perfect body, our breath coming in short, tight little gasps as both of us feel it building. My balls are boiling, churning with the need to empty deep into her, but I can't, not yet, not until the time is right.

  The light builds inside and around us, the pale light somehow growing with each thrust of my cock inside of her, pulsing with each thrust, each heartbeat we share. The light is in my heart, in my soul, in our eyes and reflecting off of Cassie's glasses as she looks up at me, perfect and beautiful. How many times have I imagined this, her eyes looking up at me as her hair spreads over the pillow underneath her, the light glinting off her glasses as I drive myself into her deep and hard, our hips meeting each other in soft slaps that are in perfect time and speed. I give her all of me as we speed up, my hips moving faster and faster while Cassie's legs urge me deeper, to claim what is mine. And it is mine, I can see that, it can't be anything but mine.

  We climb, higher and higher, my body crying out and my muscles aching with the need to come, but she's not there yet, I can see it in her eyes even as her arms tense and her fingers tighten in my grip. I made her come so hard just a few minutes ago, her body hasn't recovered, and I give myself to the torture, to the pain of holding back as I devote every breath and stroke of my cock to Cassie. I want to come, I need to come… but not just yet. We're rushing, the edge of forever just heartbeats away, and we leap into the abyss, crying out together as we come, my cock burying deep inside her to empty my seed deep inside her precious body. The darkness swells, we're tumbling as the light flares one more time before dimming, the two of us breaking eye contact to wrap our arms around each other and hold each other as darkness and sleep sweeps over us. Before I drift off I realize I have no fear, none at all as the same dark voice that whispered in my mind earlier chuckles, whispering.

  It is done. And very well done.

  I wake up, not sure if I'm still dreaming or if what I felt really happened, but then I feel a warm, soft weight shift against my body, and I open my eyes to look down at the goddess in my arms, her still stockinged leg slung over mine. We're half-covered by the blue sheets, but thankfully the tiny room is still warm, I guess the oil lamps gave heat as well.

  Last night, the magic felt so close that I could almost drink it in, I could almost make it out in the shine of the sweat on her lips when we kissed, in the taste of her skin, in the tight grip of her pussy around my cock. Now, I don't know, something feels different. It's not quite the same, but it's still there, I can feel it deep inside me as I look at Cassie's beautiful face. At some point last night in our sleep, her glasses came off, and I search around, flailing with my free hand until I feel them behind her hips, and I fold them carefully, transferring them to my right arm which is still totally free.

  Still, my hands moving around disturb her sleep, and she stirs, a small smile coming to her face when she smells my scent underneath her cheek. “Mmm, it wasn't a dream.”

  “No,” I whisper back, and Cassie's eyes open, turning to look at me, so beautiful it makes me ache. “It wasn't a dream. I don't know what it was... but it wasn't a dream.”

  “That's good,” she whispers, laying her head back on my chest. “Jake... last night...”

  “I know,” I whisper. “Cassie, I don't know what last night was. It was something I've never felt before, and I'll be honest, that scares me a little. But I wasn't lying. I don't want this to be one time either.”

  “Okay,” Cassie says, sighing happily. “Please tell me you don't have class this morning.”

  “I'd be lying to you if I did,” I say regretfully. “Football players don't have the option of taking late afternoon or evening classes. I've got psych at nine o'clock. Although I have no clue if I'm late or not.”

  “I understand,” Cassie says, getting up and making me immediately wish that I could pull her back down. “I'm supposed to have a chem lab at eleven. Maybe... maybe we can get together for lunch?”

  “I'd like that,” I reply, sitting up and next to her. She's still so beautiful, and I know I do want to see her again. “Lunch. I like the sound of that.”

  We get dressed, going down the staircase together. The house seems mostly empty. Everyone else must have left, or maybe there's still a few people sleeping upstairs like we were. I walk her to her car and she gives me a quick kiss goodbye. She drives off down the dirt road that leads to the main street back to town and I watch her, half-dressed in a torn vampire Lestat shirt and not really caring.

  “You didn't get her phone number,” a deep voice says behind me, and I turn, seeing Professor Henderson. “Cassie.”

  I blink, surprised at what he said. He's right. How in the hell am I supposed to meet her for lunch when I don't know when her lunch break is, or even where she wants to go? And I've got a team tape session at two o'clock, we've got Vanderbilt this Saturday and Coach would literally crucify me if I miss a tape session on that defense. “Shit.”

  Professor Henderson, looking much more normal in his typical sport coat and tweed trousers, pats me on the shoulder. “You know Jake, one of the keys to magic... is making sure you remember the details. However, sometimes magic is powerful enough to overlook a missed detail. So, don't forget you've got class with me... tomorrow.”

  Tomorrow. I see what he means, and I nod. Tomorrow. I have class. With Cassie. Tomorrow.

  Chapter 9

  Cassie

  “He missed lunch,” I moan, feeling for all the world like an idiot. “He said he'd have lunch with me, and then he wasn't there.”

  Amy, looking different than I've ever seen her before, gives me a mysterious little smile. Since meeting up with her after my last class yesterday, she's seemed different, changed somehow. Like she's been exposed to something outside this realm of existence, and that's made her more than she was before. I guess I feel kind of the same way, it's the second of November and I still feel something different inside me. It's distant though, sitting here in the student cafeteria eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs with kale sauce and a glass of mixed juice. “I'm sure that there's a reason. Say... did you exchange phone numbers with him?”

  I stop, setting down my breakfast spoon to slap my forehead. “No... was I that fucking stupid?”

  Amy smiles, that same Amy smile that I know from my best friend, and she pats me on the arm. “Nobody's perfect, not even Marcel... I mean, Professor Henderson.”

  “Marcel, huh?” I ask, and Amy nods, blushing. “Good. Was it all you expected?”

  “More... much more. I wish I had the words to explain it,” Amy says softly. “It's... I'm changed now, Cassie.”

  I take a minute to look at my friend, and I realize she does look different. It's not anything physical I don't think, if I was to try and compare a picture of her taken last week and one taken right now, I don't think even an FBI computer could tell any difference. It's just something about her, like she's slightly more mature or maybe different inside, someone on a new path than before. “Are you okay, Amy?”

  Amy smiles, nodding. “Better than I could have ever dreamed. Someday, maybe I can explain it to you. Not now though, I just don't know how. I just know it's wonderful... he's wonderful.”

  I nod, turning back to my breakfast and finishing quickly. I pick up my bowl and tray, taking them over to the return in the student cafeteria before I come back and grab my backpack. Amy's still sitting there, and for an instant, I swear she's more beautiful than I've ever seen her before, and my heart surges for her, caught up in a closeness that isn't erotic, but more like a shared piece of my soul, a sister that goes beyond bloodties to something more. She turns and smiles, nodding as if she caught it too, and she understands. “Have a good class, Cassie.”

  I hurry across campus to the English building, sitting down in my usual seat just as the bell rings and Professor Henderson comes in. He scans the room, his eyes flickering over me and giving me a slight smile before he frowns, his eyes going around the room. Th
e silence draws out and I turn around in my seat, trying to figure out what it is the Professor's looking for. There's nothing wrong, nobody's acting weird or anything. Then... wait, where's Jake?

  Oh no. No, no, no. All that we said, everything we did, was it just a lie? Did he...

  The door in the back of the hall opens and Jake comes in, red-faced. “Sorry Professor,” he says, walking up and putting a paper on the lectern. “Printer problems.”

  Professor Henderson looks at the paper Jake's put on his lectern and nods, gesturing with his head toward the seats. Jake turns and sits down, this time not four rows back like he normally does, but in the first row in an empty spot, taking out his notebook as the Professor finishes reading, folding the paper in half before he starts on his lecture.

  “I'm going to deviate from the course syllabus today,” Professor Henderson says, giving us all a look that says we're in for something unique. “In doing that, I need two things from you guys. First, I want you to know that you're still going to turn in the papers due next time on Shakespeare and his use of two tracks in his stage plays. Second, that while this is going to be a short class, nobody goes to the dean's office and complains. Agreed?”

  There's a general cheer from the students, but I can barely focus as I keep stealing glances out of the corner of my eye at Jake. He's dressed like he normally does for class, a pair of the football team's light warmup pants and a t-shirt, his fall wear after starting off the semester in various kinds of shorts. If there's any difference, it's that he seems to be paying more attention, his eyes focused on the Professor as Henderson talks about... well, I'm not sure what.

  “So when authors in the old days wanted to discuss topics that were seen as taboo or risque by the social censors of the day, they had to approach it through the use of allegory or other literary devices,” the Professor says, his voice going soft, like he's reflecting on something personal. “After all, what's the use of writing a book about the evils of religious persecution if your book is going to be banned and your door kicked in by the Inquisition?”