by L. S. Scott
“No, not anymore.”
He raised the other side to inspect the other cheek, rubbing and kissing it too.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. My stomach knotted in anticipation.
He stripped me and ordered me to lie down on my belly. I flinched when the cool coco butter from the night stand dropped onto my skin. It warmed quickly when he began to spread it across my back, over the bubble of my butt cheeks and down my thighs.
“You have the most amazing ass I’ve ever seen. It’s so round and perfect,” he said, caressing each cheek.
His thumbs ran dangerously close to my dampening center with each stroke and he spread my cheeks each time. I knew he was eyeing my privates each time he spread me.
“Mmm, there are so many things I want to do to this ass,” he groaned.
I swallowed hard. His hand came down on my cheek with a pop. I gasped. He quickly rubbed away the sting with his palm and chuckled. The deep, devious chuckle that I recognized, the chuckle that made me wet with anticipation every time I heard it. He was Pavlov. His chuckle was a ringing bell, and I was his salivating dog.
“Do you want me to stop,” he asked.
I knew that if I said no, I was opening myself to something new, something wicked. His thumbs slipped just inside the wet folds of tender skin as he messaged my butt, and right back out, teasing.
“No, don’t stop,” I breathed, opening that forbidden door. I didn’t fear. I knew deep down I only had to say the word and Jaron would stop.
He pulled my hips up, raising me to my knees. With my cheek still on the soft blanket, my ass was stuck way up in the air, fully exposed. More lotion dripped onto my skin. Jaron pulled his fingers through it, smearing it down my crack, all the way to the front, where he lingered.
He worked my clit in a circling motion, slipping his thumb inside me. I clenched, bearing down on it. My hips began to roll and I moaned in disapproval when he withdrew. He chuckled.
His fingers trailed from front to back and stopped when he reached my hole. The tightest one. The one I never imagined anyone touching. But he did. His finger circled the opening. It reflexively closed tighter and my body quivered and I exhaled heavily.
“Does it feel good,” he whispered. I was ashamed of my answer, but my physical response was obvious.
His other hand took up his former position. Thumb inside me, fingers working me, a finger still massaging my ever tightening hole, with increasing pressure.
“Jaron,” I gasped, anticipating what was about to happen.
“Sshh, it’s ok. It’ll feel good, I promise,” he reassured.
Seconds later he applied enough pressure to enter me. I cried out and shuddered. I was horrified. Horrified that his finger was knuckle deep in my ass and horrified that I liked it. I couldn’t stop the motion of my hips rolling and I couldn’t silence my moaning that signaled how much I liked it.
“Does it feel good Natalie,” he asked again.
I knew he wanted to hear me say it, so I mustered the word. “Yeeessss,” I cried, my body racked with pleasure, like I’d never felt.
I clutched the blankets, my stomach aching from clenching. When his finger began to move slowly in and out, it was too much. I flattened out onto my stomach, clenching my legs and butt cheeks around his hands and humping vigorously, coming so hard that the room spun.
“Fuck yeah,” Jaron said in a low hoarse voice, lightening his touch as he felt my waves subsiding.
When he was sure I was finished, he gently with-drew and rolled me onto my side. I felt his hard on slide between my legs, rubbing in and out of the liquid that dripped from me.
“Did you come hard baby,” he asked into the nape of my neck.
“Yes, yes,” I answered, reaching around and clutching his thigh, urging him to stop teasing and enter me.
“What do you want Natalie,” he asked.
“Fuck me Jaron. Please, fuck me now,” I begged without being prompted further. He was more than happy to oblige, thrusting deep inside me.
He pumped, hard and fast, his hands on my shoulders. The sound of our skin slapping together and his grunting filled my ears. Pleasuring me, had him so worked up, it was only minutes before he unloaded inside me with a rumbling growl. He wrapped his arm around me and grasped my throat as he twitched and jerked inside me.
“I love you,” he whispered breathlessly in my ear.
“I love you too.” Exhausted I pulled the blanket over me and fell asleep quickly.
Chapter Ten
“Jaron, Thanksgiving is next week, and I haven’t talked to my mom since the night I left,” I said emphatically.
“If she gave a shit Natalie, she would answer when you call.” My lip quivered, thinking maybe he was right and my mom didn’t care.
“Don’t be mean Jaron,” I whined, my eyes misting.
“I’m sorry. It just pisses me off, her doing you that way when the whole thing is her fault in the first place.”
“I know. But it’s the holidays. I at least want to see her.”
“Do not go over there,” Jaron ordered, flashing a warning glare.
“Then take me. Please? If he’s there we don’t have to stop. If he’s not, you can sit in the truck while I talk to her. Please, Jaron,” I begged, giving my best puppy dog eyes.
“Alright, but I’m not taking any shit, from Bill or your mom,” he warned.
“Okay. Jake said she’s off work tomorrow, we can go when I get home from school.”
“When did you talk to Jake,” he inquired.
“I talk to Jake all the time, usually on my way home from school.”
“Hmph,” was his only response.
I took a deep breath to steady my voice as I reached for the door knob.
“Good bye mom,” I said sadly, without looking at her. “Happy Holidays.”
I opened the door and stepped out onto the cedar porch fighting back the tears. Jaron opened the truck door and stepped out, searching my expression.
“So, that didn’t go well, huh?” he commented under his breath.
“No,” I replied, crawling in the truck. “She didn’t have much to say,” I said, hoping it would squelch any inquiry into our conversation.
“So that’s it,” he asked.
“Yeah, she knows how to find me if she needs me.” I smirked and shook my head slowly, staring straight ahead as we pulled away from the trailer park.
Jaron didn’t push it and I was grateful. He drove us to Belleview and whipped into Sonic. We hadn’t actually been to Sonic since that very first night.
He draped his arm around the back of the seat. “Fries and a coke,” he asked, looking down at me, nudging me sweetly.
“Yeah,” I said and leaned my head on his shoulder. He hugged me to him and kissed the top of my head.
“So,” he started, “Thanksgiving.”
“Yeah,” I said curiously.
“Janna and Greg have a big Thanksgiving dinner at their house.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Well, it’s not that big, but, some of his family comes too. I don’t get to have Christmas with them, so, it’s kind of a big deal to Janna that we go.”
“That’s fine,” I said quietly, my head still on his shoulder. “It’s not like I got anywhere else to go.” He kissed the top of my head again, sympathetically.
“Wait, why don’t you get to have Christmas with them,” I asked, raising my head and looking at him, my forehead crinkled.
He rubbed the wrinkles between my eyes away with his thumb.
“Greg’s parents live in Colorado and they go up there for the entire week of Christmas,” he explained, rolling down the window to retrieve our order from the car hop.
“Cool. Who all will be there,” I asked.
“Besides us, Greg’s younger brother and his wife, his older sister, and some people Janna works with. It’s not a big crowd, just people I don’t know very well, kind of nerves me a little. But, sis wou
ld pout if I didn’t go.”
“Then we go,” I said, then paused, “I mean, if I’m invited.”
“Of course you’re invited. It’s our first Thanksgiving. I’m not going without you.”
When we finally arrived at Janna and Greg’s, after me taking forever to decide on what to wear, finally settling on dark wash jeans, boots and a fitted cream sweater. There were more cars in the drive than I expected.
“Wow. This is a nice house,” I commented as we walked up the cobble stone path to the front door. “And a way bigger crowd than I expected,” I mumbled nervously, looking at some of the expensive cars as we walked past them. “Maybe I should’ve dressed nicer.”
Jaron took my hand and squeezed, “You look great. Trust me, its casual.” He looked down at me out of the corner of his eye. “Your boobs look huge in that sweater,” he commented and I couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or a criticism. I stopped dead in my tracks.
“What’s wrong,” he said, stopping when my hand tugged his.
“My sweater, it’s not ok,” I quizzed insecurely.
“Its fine babe, you look great in it.”
“Then why did you say my boobs look huge?’
“Cause they do, “he nodded. I pulled my hand away from his and crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously.
“You should’ve said something at home, I would’ve changed.”
He looked at me for a second then grinned. “It’s not a big deal. You look good, now come on.” He reached out and pulled my hand.
Jaron knocked a couple of times on the large wooden door before walking on in, with me in tow. The large entry was tastefully decorated in varying shades of cream and taupe and I could tell instantly that Janna had a hand in the décor at Jaron’s. Hazelnut scented candles mixed with the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen, filled the house.
To the left was an arched entry to a formal dining room with a table set and ready, to the right was an office with a wall covered in books and a beautiful hand-carved desk. I took it all in as we walked straight ahead into an open living area with high ceilings and a wall of windows that looked onto a veranda and a scenic view. The room opened to the left into the most beautiful kitchen I had ever seen, with dark wood cabinets from floor to ceiling, cream granite counter tops and top of the line appliances.
People milled around the room in and out of the large veranda doors, carrying glasses of wine and small plates of food, they snatched from the round dining table in the breakfast nook, filled with finger foods. All in all, about 30 people.
“Are you kidding me,” I whispered pulling on Jaron’s arm. “Do you know these people?”
“No,” he replied through gritted teeth, as taken aback as me, nodding a forced smile at people as they made eye contact when we passed.
“Jaron,” the familiar voice called from the back of the kitchen and we spun in unison to find Janna.
“Sis,” Jaron said through a big, pained smile.
She grabbed his arm and dragged us into the empty dining room.
“I am sorry,” she said, looking at Jaron with big doe eyes. “This turned out to be a way bigger get together than I expected. Please don’t leave,” she begged, knowing it had already crossed Jaron’s mind.
“Who the hell are these people,” he sneered.
“Business men, politicians, guys Greg plays golf with. He’s considering running for office Jaron, this is kind of a big deal that these people showed up. So, please, just be cool.”
“It’s not like I’m gonna shoot the place up Janna,” he joked icily.
“I know, but, some of these people are real assholes, so just try to ignore them if they get on your nerves.”
“Are they all eating dinner with us,” he asked. “Hell, where are they gonna sit?” The dining table was big, but still would only seat about half.
Janna pointed a long, thin finger toward the veranda doors, “The veranda is set up for dining,” she explained.
The weather was a mild 58 degrees and with a fire in the outdoor fireplace and a few well-placed chimenea fireplaces, it was comfortable and inviting.
He took a deep calming breath and shook his head slowly, “You owe me big time.”
“I know,” she said wrapping him in a big hug.
“You sure I even need to be here, I mean I am the black sheep,” he said, his chin resting on the top of her head.
“Yes, you need to be here. You’re family. None of these people are more important than you. Not to me or Greg. Now get a beer and relax. I’ll find ya’ll in a little bit, when I get this dinner all lined out,” she ordered, sounding so much like her brother. She released him and hugged me sweetly before leaving us standing.
“Well, alrighty then,” Jaron said, looking down at me skeptically.
We grabbed a drink and strolled outside where there was plenty of open space. The house was on, what everyone called, snob hill. It was a long ridge lined with large, beautiful houses. Not mansions, really, but really nice homes. From the patio, you had a clear view of Prairieview. All the small houses crowded in city limits and the old county roads that veined out in every direction. The sky still glowed a light shade of orange as the sun set and the street lights had just started to light up below.
“This is an amazing view,” I said, almost breathless.
“Yeah, it is,” Jaron agreed. It took me a minute to realize he was staring at me, not the landscape. I blushed and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Jaron,” a friendly male voice sounded behind us. “Glad you guys made it,” Greg said sincerely, patting Jaron on the back.
“Hey, man,” Jaron replied, pulling his arm from me and extending his hand. They shook and leaned in for a warm brotherly hug.
“Hey, I want you to meet Chester Winthrop,” Greg said, introducing Jaron to an older gentleman with a gray mustache and black cowboy hat.
The man extended his hand, “It’s nice to meet you young man,” Chester said, with a firm handshake. “Greg tells me you sell some of the best alfalfa in the state.”
“Yes sir,” Jaron said nodding.
Apparently, Chester Winthrop owned one of the largest cattle and horse farms in the state and was looking for a good hay grower. Jaron cut and bailed good clean hay on the land that his grandparents left him and sold it to local cattleman, which I found humorous. He was in the grass business, legal and illegal.
Greg hugged me. “Glad you came,” he said smiling.
Jaron cut his eyes to me for a second and grinned and returned his attention to Chester, who questioned him about his hay. Looked like Chester was about to be a new customer.
“Thanks, this place is beautiful.” Greg nodded modestly. “Where’s the bathroom,” I whispered. I was about to burst after the drive and the drink.
“Hang a right in the kitchen, down the hall to the right,” he said discreetly.
“Thanks.” I whispered in Jaron’s ear that I would be right back, and took off to the house, weaving through the congestion around the kitchen.
When I emerged, from the hall, Janna caught me. “Hey sweetie, can you help me a minute,” she asked tilting her head to motion me in her direction.
“Sure,” I said, hurrying to take the tray full of crescent wrapped sausages out of her hand.
“Just set it on the table in there. These little babies go fast,” she said smiling.
I set the tray on the table and returned to the kitchen. “Anything else,” I asked eager to be of assistance.
“You can keep me company,” she said smiling.
I looked to the patio where Jaron stood still talking with Greg and Chester.
“He’ll be fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t him I was worried about.
I grinned back at her, nodding. “You’ve got your hands full, huh,” I said, looking around the room.
“Yeah, but I had the dinner catered,” she confessed. “I’m just doing the finger foods until the caterer arrives at seven. Then all I ha
ve to do is set it out on the table,” she chuckled guiltily.
“How have you been,” she asked, taking a break to sip from her tall wine glass.
“Good,” I answered, pushing the thought of my mom out of my mind.
“School going good?”
“Yeah. My grades are good.”
“Good,” she smiled. “These last two years are important if you plan on going to college.”
“I do,” I replied. “I’ve loaded my transcript. I’m hoping to get a full ride. If all goes well, I think I’ll make valedictorian, salutatorian at the very least,” I bragged. It was nice to talk to someone about school, my grades, and my accomplishments.
“That’s awesome Natalie. Jaron said you’re always loaded down with homework.”
“Yeah. I have a couple advanced courses. We get a lot of homework.”
“Just stick with it, it’ll be worth it.” She patted my arm before her attention was drawn to a short chubby lady with silver hair walking into the kitchen. “Margie, glad you made it,” she said greeting the woman with open arms.
“Geez, this is some get together,” the woman commented.
“Yeah I know, bigger than our usual dinner. But you know, Greg’s thing.”
“Yeah,” the woman said.
“Margie, this is Natalie, Jaron’s girlfriend,” Janna said, opening her arm to introduce me.
“Well hello dear, it’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking my hand and patting it. “It’s about time that good looking brother of yours got him someone,” she said smiling.
I smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you too. I better get back out there; I told him I would be right back.”
I had been gone a while though I figured he was still wrapped up in the very enthralling conversation of cattle rearing and hay production, I worried he might be annoyed if I stayed gone too long.
“Oh, wait. Could you take this out to the lady standing by the fireplace in the green shirt, next to the young guy,” she asked handing me a full glass of wine and pointing to the veranda. “That’s Greg’s sister Liz and his nephew Chad. I was supposed to take it to her and got side tracked.”
“Sure,” I said, taking the glass.
I weaved my way back out to the veranda and approached the two. The lady was petite and pretty, with short stylish hair and big jewelry. Her son was medium height, like Greg, and very Abercrombie. His green eyes sparkled and his smile dazzled as I approached.