by Mia Madison
He plants a kiss on my stomach, then holds me in his arms, my breasts against his hard chest. I trace a finger over the front of his pants, and he makes a low growling sound in his throat. I reach for the zipper, but he’s there before me, getting up to pull off his clothes.
In the dim light of the bedroom. I see him fully naked for the first time, his engorged cock lying flat against his belly, the hard length as beautiful and impressive as the rest of him.
He approaches the bed and I put my arms around his thighs and pull him to me, now daring to lick, to take the head into my mouth, to pleasure him as he pleasured me.
“Your sweet mouth is going to kill me, babe,” he says, his eyes closing as he sucks in a breath. I don’t care. I lick up and down the hard length of him, dragging my tongue over the shaft, teasing the head, sucking until he moans. I want to take him deeper, as deep as I can, engulf him, make him as needy as I was, but he stops me with his hands in my hair. “Do that and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
“It’s okay.”
He smiles. “And I love that you want to, but the first time I come tonight is going to be deep inside your belly.” My breath freezes in my throat. It’s time.
He gets on the bed with me and runs his fingers over my folds. “Still so wet. That’s good, but I’m going in nice and slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Your fingers didn’t hurt me. Far from it.”
And then I look down at him and realize what I just said. I giggle and it breaks the tension.
He laughs. “Yeah, the last time I looked my cock was bigger than a couple of fingers, so I’m going slow. Let me know if you want me to stop.”
He slides slowly into me, a look of concentration on his face. “Fuck. You’re so tight,” he says. “That’s feels so good. You okay?”
I nod. “Don’t stop.” The sharp pain of entry disappears as quickly as it comes. Relieved that it was nothing much, I revel in the feeling of fullness as he pushes into me farther and farther, not pausing until he’s buried in me to the hilt and there’s a sound of satisfaction from deep in his throat. It feels like he belongs there deep inside me, stretching me, skin against skin.
And then he starts to move, and it’s even better, thrusting into me with tight, concentrated strokes, each one deeper than the last, varying the angle slightly each time, touching every sensitive place inside. I hear every grunt and groan from his mouth, flesh slapping on flesh, the moans of pleasure coming from my own throat.
Oh god, just when I think he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he moves my legs back toward my head, spreading me to his gaze and he plunges in. We both call out at that, unintelligible words. And he goes faster and harder, hitting my clit each time with his hard body.
Each thrust brings me closer and closer, hitting all kinds of sensitive spots inside. And then a delicious wave of pleasure takes over my whole being. I feel myself contract around him as he gives a growl and releases into me, pulse after pulse.
He releases my legs and pulls me on top of him to lie on his chest. I’m so sated, even when I get my breath back, I can’t think about moving. Not that I want to. I’m happy in his arms. If I open my mouth, I’m sure gibberish will come out, so I just kiss his chest and he smooths my hair.
CHAPTER 14
Gavin
I never thought I’d spend the night here in bed with Lindsay. I never expected to hold her in my arms like this. I’m overwhelmed by how much everything changed tonight. I’ll never give her up, no matter what.
But I wasn’t as gentle with her as I wanted to be. She’s beautiful and responsive, one hot woman, but it was still her first time.
“Are you okay? Not too sore?”
“Not too sore.” She smiles at me. “I want to do that again.”
I laugh and kiss her. “So eager, but yes. As much as you want. Any way you want.”
“I want to do everything with you.” And then a cloud comes over her face. “We might never get to do this again. Mom and Dad hardly ever go away.”
“We’ll have to find a way because I won’t be able to stay away from you. We can just come clean, tell everyone and let them deal with it.” I really think this is the best way, but Lindsay looks doubtful.
“I don’t know. I want to enjoy this for a while before it gets heavy. Can’t I have you as my secret, just for a week or two?”
“You’ve been my secret for too long, but whatever you want. No more than two weeks?”
“Okay, then.” She bites her lip again.
“You don’t seem too sure.”
“You’ve been my secret forever, but it was just a fantasy and now you’re real. I want to enjoy the reality. Anyway, okay then, two weeks and then we tell them.”
“Two weeks. But now I’ve got to know. Tell me about all these fantasies you’ve been having. I can’t wait to hear about these.”
CHAPTER 15
Lindsay
I laugh. There’s no way I’m saying a word. He wants to hear my fantasies, but they’ve got nothing on what we just did. It’s not like I didn’t know about sex. People go on about it, but I never knew how mind-blowing it could really be until tonight.
I just needed to find the right person. I can’t imagine enjoying this with anyone else. Definitely not the boys I’ve dated. Just no. Eew. But with Gavin, yes, again and again.
I love lying in his arms. I could stay there all night, but first I gently uncurl myself. “I need to pee.”
I grab my dress and throw it on, holding it around me. I don’t have a robe and I’m still shy about walking around naked, even though he’s seen every inch of me up close.
While I’m in the bathroom, I wash up a little and check myself out in the mirror, doing up a couple of buttons on my dress. My hair is all over the place, but there’s a huge grin on my face, that I can’t wipe off even when I try to make myself look serious.
The rain batters against the window, a sudden summer shower. I imagine running home through the rain in the morning in my summer dress. Everything changed. Will anyone else be able to tell what I did? Do I look different? And then I shake my head at myself. Of course I don’t look any different. If so, I’d have noticed when Kate had her first time with that boy at school before she told me.
“I thought you ran away.” He sits up when I come out of his bathroom, holding out his hand and pulling me to stand beside him. “Still feeling good?”
“Yes. I feel great.”
“I’d better check that.”
He undoes the buttons on my dress, not taking his eyes from mine while he does it and then looks me over. My heart thuds at his gaze. “You look great to me. But I’d better test you out.”
He runs his fingers over my body from my throat to one breast, from that one to the other, drawing circles around my nipple and then down over my stomach to my mound, where he leaves his hand tantalizingly close.
I moan, my hips moving towards him as if drawn to his fingers, wanting more from them, and he grabs my body, his hands on my ass and pulls me on top of him so I’m sitting straddling his naked thighs.
“I want to watch you make yourself come, wearing that dress.”
“Is that so?” I know I’m blushing again. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
But he is—hard and ready.
I trace a fingernail along the length of him, solid as warm marble, magnificent, mine. And I know what I’m going to do.
I washed up in the bathroom, but from the way he looks at me, touches me, talks to me, I’m already wet for him. Oh so wet. So I lean forward, supporting myself on my arms and grind my mound against his cock, sliding up and down the length of him from the base to the head and back.
“Jeez, Lindsay. Have a heart.,” he groans, his eyes closing and then opening wide. As I continue to move, he watches me.
I smile and increase the pressure, the delicious friction, along my slit. I feel all woman, powerful and wicked, as I torment him with my body, rocking back and forth, my breasts bare for
him and my dress behind, and feel the steel-like hardness of him where I need it most. On my clit.
What has he turned me into? I don’t know, and I don’t have time to think about that. Everything is building inside me, my breathing ragged. I catch myself moaning, not caring how much noise I make. I want him inside me, right now.
His rigid cock in my hand, I lift myself up and sink down onto him, and he groans again. His hands reach for my breasts, massaging, rolling, tweaking my nipples as I ride him. I ride him for all I’m worth. Determined to make him come, I sense the tension mounting in his body as he tries to delay the inevitable.
His fingers move to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bead of flesh and every frantic movement I make brings me closer, not just him. My control dissolves as he takes over. With a low growl, he thrusts his hips up into me, hard and fast, over and over, and I lose it and come, crying out I don’t know what as my body contracts around his cock and my limbs tremble.
He’s not far behind.
“Fuck, Lindsay.” He calls my name as his cock spasms and floods me with heat, and I collapse over him, trying to get my breath.
The front door slams, and there’s a muffled howl of anguish or disbelief outside. I’m not sure which. It sounded like Kate. Fuck, it was Kate. I push myself off Gavin, horrified.
CHAPTER 16
Gavin
She pushes me away as I come. Fuck! What did I do? “What’s the matter? Lindsay? Tell me.”
“Did you not hear the door? I think that was Kate.”
“The door? Was that the front door?” I heard a noise, but it hardly registered, all brain cells were focused elsewhere. Lindsay’s right. It must have been Kate. “She must have come home for something. Shit.” I grab my shirt.
“Go after her. She’ll be upset if she heard us. I think she did.” Lindsay looks as distraught as I feel.
I get into my clothes fast, grab my car keys and kiss Lindsay on the cheek as tenderly as I can in my haste. “It will be okay. Go home for now and try not to worry.” I think I’m trying to reassure her as much as myself. “I didn’t want Kate to find out like this, but she’s a sensible girl.” Still, to overhear her father and her best friend, to find out like that. I have to find her and speak to her.
I try to think where she would have gone. Back to Paul’s? Yes.
Unless she came home because they had a fight. Fuck. I hope she didn’t come home, wanting a hug. This is just getting worse and worse.
I try to call her, but she doesn’t pick up the call. What do I expect? She’s driving. She’s upset. She can’t go to Lindsay for help.
Oh jeez. I get in my car. Where could she be?
I make for Paul’s apartment in case she went there. Luckily, I dropped her off at his place once, and I should be able to find it. But as I turn onto the highway, and drive no more than a couple of minutes, it’s worse than I imagined. There’s a car upside down, run off the wet road, and I know, suddenly without being able to see clearly, that the car is Kate’s.
The red lights of a firetruck and ambulance flash in the dark, and I screech to a halt in front of them. I’m numb with fear, chilled to the bone, the rain driving through my clothes. I can’t move, can’t bring myself to ask what’s happening as they work on the car.
CHAPTER 17
Lindsay
I go home because I don’t know what else to do. Pluto comes and nuzzles my legs and I stroke his fur, but my dog can’t help me feel better. I want to follow Gavin, but I don’t know where he went and me being there is not going to help when he finds Kate. I’ll have to make it up to her later after she speaks to her dad.
After an hour of pacing around picking up my phone and putting it down and moving things from one place to another, I get a call.
“Kate’s in the hospital, Greenwood,” Gavin says.
“Oh my god.” I have to sit down, my heart in my throat. “What happened?”
“She skidded off the road and rolled her car. She must have been going too fast.”
“Have you spoken to her?”
“No, she’s had a lot of pain meds, and they’ve sedated her. Oh god, they’re doing some tests on her brain.”
“All this was my fault. If I hadn’t come over to see you…”
“I wanted you there. I didn’t send you away.” He sounds defeated. “She said she would be staying with Paul.”
“I’ll come to the hospital.” I want to see Kate, be there for her. I know she’d be there for me.
“I don’t know what you can do here. You should try to get some rest.”
“I’m coming anyway.”
All I can think all the way to the hospital is, “Please be all right. Please let the tests show there’s no damage.”
Why did this have to happen to Kate? Why now?
When I get there, I don’t know if they’ll let me see her. I say I’m her sister. I’m close enough to her to be her sister. And I did this to her!
She is lying in the bed, all wired up to monitors. Gavin is holding her hand. He looks up when I open the door, and I’ve never seen him look so wrecked. In a few hours, his whole face has changed.
“The car was totalled. She was lucky to get out alive.” He shrugs his shoulders, crushed I guess by the horror of it all.
I go over and give him a hug, a comfort hug. I can’t think of anything but Kate right now. He places her hand back gently on the bed cover and leads me outside the room, his hand on my back.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can be together right now.” I understand but his words still cut right through me.
“I know. It’s okay.” It’s anything but okay, this whole fucked-up situation. Of course, it’s not okay, I want to yell. I need you, too. Kate is the person I’d talk to about all of this mess. I can’t talk to anyone. But I don’t say any of that.
He hugs me to him as if he can’t bear to let me go, but there’s no way to change things with Kate lying there like she is.
“Did you talk to Paul?” I ask.
“Not yet. I’ll talk to him in the morning. She came back without him. I don’t know what happened. Maybe they had a fight and she came home early because of it, only to find us together. And then she ran off, upset, not thinking straight. The rain must have made the road slippery, too.”
“I feel terrible.” Kate has always been there for me, always. And up to now, I have always been there for her. Ever since we were kids.
“I blame myself, too, but try not to go there. We didn’t know she would overhear. She wouldn’t normally come back like that. But like I said, we should cool it for now. I can’t…I just can’t do anything that might upset her right now.”
“No, don’t worry about me.” I give him another hug, my heart heavy in my chest, breathing in the scent of him as if I’ll never get another chance.
“Go home. Put your arms around your mom and dad when they get back, because you never know what’s around the corner.”
“No, you don’t.” I didn’t see this coming at all. That one day I would have a good friend to talk to about anything, the next I am in Gavin’s bed planning to keep him a big secret, and then the day after nothing at all. And Kate lying in the hospital. Fuck— it doesn’t matter about me. She has to be all right.
Gavin squeezes my hand, kisses my cheek and turns to go back to the room. He glances back at me.
“Keep her safe,” I murmur and leave, back through all the endless sanitized corridors of the hospital. It’s only once I’m well away from Kate’s room that the tears start. I sit in my car in the parking lot and I can’t stop crying. I’m one big mess, grasping for stray Kleenex in my bag. It’s only once I’ve cried myself out that I can think about driving home.
Dawn is just breaking as I turn out of the parking lot. I just want to be home.
CHAPTER 18
Gavin
I sit with Kate watching the monitors all day. They are keeping her sedated while they work out what’s going on. I call the station, and they bring
in another DJ to do my show. Nurses come and go.
I contact Paul. He’s shocked to hear what happened. He and Kate didn’t just have a fight. They split up and decided to go their separate ways. Yes, she was upset. They both were. But it was mutual. I can’t blame him for any of this. Only me.
I’m sitting there, brooding, looking at my daughter, when a nurse comes in. “You should get something to eat. Parents always want to sit by the bed, but it won’t do Kate any good if you make yourself ill. And we’re here for her.”
I do what the nurse says because I haven’t the strength to argue with her, but when I try to eat a sandwich, the thing sticks in my throat. I do my best with it because I know the nurse is right, and then I go back upstairs as fast as I can in case Kate is awake.
She isn’t.
But the doctor comes in and beckons me out, and we go to her office.
She smiles. That has to be a good sign, doesn’t it? “You’ll be pleased to hear that the tests don’t show massive brain trauma, no pressure building in her skull or anything like that. She certainly suffered a concussion, and it can take time to recover from that—I can go over the symptoms with you—but we’re stopping sedation. Of course, she has cuts and severe bruising. She’ll need pain meds to cope with that for a few days.”
It’s only when she finishes rattling off the potential symptoms of the kind of concussion Kate has experienced—not pleasant but not life threatening—and I know that there’s no more to hit me with, that I feel like I can breathe again.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake up. I must have nodded off in the chair. Kate is looking at me clear as day and then her eyes shut again. I tell the nurse. It’s a different one this time. They must have changed shifts when I was asleep. She says the effects of the sedative are wearing off.