by Bellus, HJ
“Hungry?” I slide the chicken and rice his way while climbing into his lap.
“Starving.” He kisses me in his fashion, deep and hungry. “Starving for you, Olivia.”
“Aren’t you romantic?”
“I need you now.” He rises from the chair and carries me to my room, kicking the door shut behind us, but like any good cop he makes sure Pedro enters before kicking it shut.
He tosses me back on the bed and then begins stripping off his uniform. I’m dying to ask him to do a little dance for me, but the look in his eyes is not one to mess with. We’ve had full out sex only three times now and each times it’s been gentle and with me on my back and him on top protecting me.
His broody eyes tell a different story tonight. He needs more and a lot more than I’m used to giving him.
“You okay, baby?” I ask and stare at him pulling down his boxers.
“I will be in a minute.”
He makes quick work of peeling off my athletic shorts and ripping my tank from me. His lean and strong body covers mine, assaulting every single inch of it with his hot kisses and licks.
“Condom,” I breathe out when the tip of him nudges my center.
“Not yet, O.”
He slides down my body, leaving trails of kisses from my sternum all the way until he reaches my pelvic bone. My man knows me well.
“You spoil me.” I intertwine my fingers in his hair, relishing the way his hot breath tickles me to the core.
Oren peers up at me and his gaze is as soft as his caress. He strokes a gentle growing fire inside me with his fingers. My hips meet each of his strokes while every other body part anticipates the sweep of his tongue on my center. My heart pounds wildly in my chest until I can feel it beating in my own ears.
His tongue takes the first sweep against my sensitive bud, causing me to buck further up into him. Oren’s fingers pick up speed as does each flick of his tongue. A delicious shudder begins in my body as he continues swirling and working me over. Both of his hands grip into my ass cheeks, hoisting me up further into him and I’m shocked at the impact of his gentle grip. It sends me over the edge of passion, screaming out his name.
It takes moments for my breathing to settle down to an even beat. Oren works his way back up to me, lazily dragging his tongue up my bared flesh until he meets me face to face. I detect a flicker in his intense eyes before he punishes me with his lips, leaving a stinging bite on my bottom lip.
He rolls me over until I’m on top of him. Using my palms, I push up into a sitting position, confused and dazed from one of the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
“Your turn to be on top, Olivia.” Oren grabs a condom from the top of my nightstand with one hand on my hip. I swallow tightly as I watch him use his teeth to tear the foil packet. He hands me the rubber to sheath him. It empowers me to know he wants this with me.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I look up to Oren through my hair cascading around my face. “You’ll have to help me.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Both of his hands grip into my hips gently lifting me, aligning me with him. His nearness is already overwhelming, putting all my senses on high alert. He’s gentle as he eases me down on him.
He’s huge, filling me all the way. I find it still hurts a bit, but once Oren begins his gentle movements, the bit of pain disappears, leaving behind breath-taking sensations.
“Move with my hands,” he grits out.
His teeth sink into his bottom lips as he keeps eye contact with me.
“Holy shit. Stop.” I plant both hands on his chest.
“Are you okay, baby?” He uses one hand to brush my hair away and cup my cheek.
“It’s too much. I mean, I’m going to go in like three more seconds.”
A devilish grin covers his face. “I know. I’ve thought about the look on your face while you were riding me all day at work. Just enjoy it. Take it slow.”
His touch, voice, and smell kindles a stronger fire of feelings for him that I never knew possible between two people. I follow the rhythm of his one hand guiding me and lean into the other one clutching to my face. My nails dig into his chest with the movements I make.
A passionate flutter arises at the back of my neck and I know I’m so close. I don’t want it to end, but the pain of being so close is deliciously taunting me.
“Go, Olivia, Go. I’ll fall with you.”
His deep voice coaxes my hips to move faster and land harder at his base. I struggle to keep quiet as the pleasure tears through my soul, leaving me sated. Oren grunts and then growls out my name as he pushes up from the bed deeper into me, letting go of his own release. I collapse down on him more in love than moments earlier.
“That’ll do Hot Cop. That’ll do.” I pat his chest and smile when I feel his tender kiss on the top of my head.
“I bought us a tent,” he says after we both have a chance to catch our breath.
“Oh yeah?”
“Figured it might get awkward in a trailer with your dad and I’m not sure if he’s okay with us sleeping together.”
“I’m not ten,” I counter.
“It’s a respect thing.”
“Trust me. I’m sure my Old Man knows we’ve done the deed thanks to Scout.”
“Speaking of Scout. How’s she doing?”
I prop up on my elbow, admiring his gorgeous brown eyes for a second before speaking. “I’m not sure. I’m pretty sure she’s already had rebound sex, but besides that, she’s pretty quiet.”
His stomach growls quite loudly, causing Pedro to fire off in a shower of barks. That damn dog.
“Get dressed and I’ll go reheat your dinner,” I say, slapping his chest and forcing myself to untangle from him. “Hey, why were you so moody when you came in?”
“Shitty day and I needed you.” He winks at me while jumping into some jeans he’s left here.
“Guess, you got what you wanted.”
“And I’m not done tonight either.”
His threat sends chills down my spine and they land right in my panties. “No shirt, please.”
“Olivia, are you using me for my body?”
“Hell yes I am.” I watch him zip up his zipper. “And leave them unbuttoned.”
Oren envelopes me in a bear hug, showering slobbery kisses all over my face as he walks out into the living room until we’re in the kitchen.
“Are you guys decent?” Scout hollers from her room.
“El Si,” I shout right back, popping Oren’s dinner into the microwave for a few seconds.
“God, Olivia, you’re a screamer.” Scout takes up a seat at the small oak dining room table.
“No, I’m not. It's just Oren is a sex god.”
“Ugh, shut up about sex and being in love already,” she replies while studying her phone. “So, are you working tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” I reply, setting Oren’s plate in front of him. “Dad has a new guy coming in.”
“Holy shit,” Scout exclaims.
“I know. Surprised me too, but I guess he’s finally figuring out I’m not going to ever be a mechanic and he needs help.”
“You’d be sexy as hell covered in grease,” Oren says around a bite of food.
“God, you two are disgusting.” Scout rolls her eyes.
“Now you know how it feels, but anyway, planning on leaving right after work. Dad’s pulling the trailer and we’re riding with him and before you ask, Oren bought a tent for us.”
“That poor tent; there will be baby batter everywhere,” Scout chimes.
“You jealous,” I taunt and by her reaction she’s genuinely surprised by my comment. I’m sure she expected me to be grossed out. Between her and Oren, they’ve brought out my inner wildcat.
“You’ll be strumming your clit-tar in your parent’s camper.”
16
Exposed Beaver
“He’s so fucking hot,” I sip on my spiked iced tea and stare at the shirtless Oren setting up our tent.
“You’re practically dry humping the air, O.” Scout nudges me in the arm.
“Well, do you blame me?” I point to Oren.
“No, but I kind of hate you if I’m being honest. He’s the perfect catch.”
“That he is and he’s all mine.”
I strut over to Oren and hand him my ice-cold tea.
“Thanks, babe. Like our castle?”
“Love it.”
“I can’t wait to break it in tonight.” Oren bends down, placing a kiss on my lips and then getting right back to work.
I join Scout and her mother, who are relaxed back in loungers sipping on their own cocktails.
“This is my favorite part, girls.” We both turn to her. “Watching the men do all the work.”
I pull my tank top off and lay in the sun, soaking in some rays.
“Where did your dad find Diesel?” Scout asks.
Between the warmth of the sun on my olive skin and the buzz from my drink, I have to ask Scout to repeat her question.
“Oh shit, I don’t know, why?”
“Just curious.”
“He seems like a nice guy. Met him before we took off. A little hard to get past his name though.”
I doze back off, enjoying the sound of the mountains and the men working. I’m not sure how long I sleep before Oren wakes me.
“Want to go fishing, Sleeping Beauty?”
“Yeah,” I wipe the sleep from my eyes.
“Your dad has your hot pink My Little Pony pole ready.” Oren doesn’t contain his amusement.
“Listen here, Mister, that pole is badass.”
“It’s something.” He kisses my forehead as I stand up and steady myself to put back on my tank.
“No.” He tosses it back in the chair. “Want a ride?”
“Oh, I want a ride, trust me.”
“That’s for later.” He turns his back to me.
With gusto, I lace my arms around his neck and then jump up. Oren catches each of my ankles, helping me hook them around his midsection.
“I likey smashed boobies in my back.”
“Giddy-up, Cowboy.”
He begins trotting down to the stream where we always fish. Dad’s brought me here since I could walk. My mom never fished, but loved watching and cooking them up for us.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life, Olivia.”
“What brings that up?” I lay my head on his shoulder and nibble at his ear.
“I just don’t. I love this and you. Camping, your dad, friends, and your boobies smashed in my back.”
“I love this too. It’s something I never thought I’d get to experience.”
We reach the stream, Dad and his cooler coming into view. He has the chairs set up and two ice-cold beers set on top of the cooler.
“Looks like Pops is trying to turn you into a beer man.”
“Oh, Olivia, I can’t stomach another one.”
“Just tell him you want a cocktail.”
“And lose all my manhood,” he says, setting me down on my feet and then turning to me, beating on his chest. “I am man. I must drink beer and catch fish with my bare hands.”
“Hey kids.” Dad waves at us and holds up a beer for Oren. “I have your pole ready, Firecracker, and your spot saved.”
“Your spot saved?” Orren asks, taking the beer like a champ.
“It’s my lucky spot with my kickass pole.” I crawl over the cooler and Oren’s chair until I find my favorite rock I always fish from.
I cast my line out and then sit down, dipping my toes in the cool water and when I look over to Oren he’s snapping a pic of me with his phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking a picture of the gorgeous scenery.”
I beam back at him. “You better get your fish on unless you want to be whipped by me.”
“You don’t stand a chance, Oren, she out fishes anyone. Might as well enjoy the river and drink beer.”
“Yeah, babe, drink up.”
Oren scoops up a handful of water, splashing me with it, and then turns his hat on backwards.
“It’s on.”
Dad and Oren fall into easy conversation about cars and different engines. When Dad asks him how he got involved in cars, he replies his granddad. I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever heard him really talk about his family. His granddad was his idol.
The sun begins to set low behind the outline of the mountains.
“Got another one.” I yank up on the pole, snagging the fish, and begin reeling it in. “Bam bitches, suck it hoes! That’s six for me and how many for you boys?”
I stand on the rock with my hand on my hip and a gorgeous trout dangling from my pole.
“Told you, son, we didn’t stand a chance.” Dad stands up, grabbing the cooler. “I’ll meet you kids back up at camp.”
I begin a silly victory dance on top of my rock.
“Get your cute ass over here.”
I unhook my fish and put it on the line in the water with the rest of our catch.
“These will be so yummy for dinner tonight.” I tip-toe through the water until I reach him.
Oren wastes no time dragging me down into him and wrapping me up.
“I think I’m starting to develop a taste for beer.”
“You are drunk.” I take his hat off and ruffle his hair.
“You caught all the damn fish so I had to drink and be a man.”
“I love you, baby.” I brush my lips against his and feel him stand to attention.
“Thank you for inviting me here. I never did anything like this as a kid.”
“I’m so happy you came.” I kiss him again with more vigor leaning into him, smashing those boobies into his chest like he loves. In slow motion, the chair leans back and with Oren lit we both go with the flow until we’re both in the water and floating down the stream.
“Your phone!”
“It’s on the shore.”
I cling to him for dear life until we hit a swimming hole where there’s no current.
“I used to swim as a kid.”
I feel Oren drag my shorts down along with panties. He tosses both up onto a large rock sticking out of the water. He lets go of me, then I see his shorts fly up onto the rock.
“Come here.” He holds out a hand.
“Are you standing?”
“On all three legs.” He shoots me a cheesy smile.
I wrap my arms around his neck and then legs around his waist and he wasn’t shitting me about having three legs. The tip of him bobs at my entrance, causing me to close my eyes and moan.
“We don’t have protection.”
“I won’t let go inside you.”
“What about…”
He interrupts with his voice and a thrust of his hips. “Do you trust me, Olivia?”
I don’t answer but instead sink down until he’s in me. The pain lasts for a second until he begins working in and out of me.
“Shhhh, baby. Your dad and friends are right up over those bushes.”
“Fuck, Oren.” I clutch around his neck, hanging on for dear life and enjoying each of his thrusts. I try muffling my moans in his neck, but end up sputtering on water splashing up in my face.
My body reacts to each one of his movements. He makes me feel every single thing imaginable. I pull back a bit, clutching to his face and burying my screams in him. I attack his mouth as my belly tightens with unbearable pleasure. I bite down on his bottom lip and feel him freeze right when I was ready to let go.
“Oren, why did you stop?” I try to kiss his lifeless lips.
“Bear,” he mumbles into my lips.
“Uh?” I pull back to look at his face and notice his gaze over my shoulder.
A fucking black bear is standing in the wat
er right across the stream from us. We watch in silence as he picks up Oren’s chair that’s stuck in the rocks and then sends it flying. He dips his head in the water and pulls out a fish.
“The fucker has my fish,” I yell.
Oren slaps his hand over my mouth. “Olivia, shut the hell up. He’s going to be eating us next.”
I bite at Oren’s hand until he removes it. “Those are my damn fish.”
“Be quiet.”
“Dad,” I scream. “Bear.”
“Jesus Christ, Olivia. My dick is hanging out and a bear is about to eat us. Can you please shut up?”
I pick up a rock and toss it at the bear, trying to spook him away. I nearly hit him. I step up out of the water, getting my footing on a sandy bar, and sling another rocket in the asshole’s direction.
Scout comes busting through the bushes and then screams like her hair is on fire. I’m pretty sure Scout literally scared the shit out of the bear as he took a big dump and then ran off away from our camp.
“Jesus fuck, Olivia nothing like sending me right into a trap.”
“He was eating my fish.”
“You and your dumb fish.” Scout places a hand on her hip and yells a little louder across the stream. “Speaking of fish, your vagina is hanging out.”
I sink back down into the swimming hole right when my dad and the rest join the circus act known as Olivia. I can’t hear Scout, but can see her relaying the whole story using her hands. I’m just hoping she leaves out the exposed beaver part.
I turn to Oren, who passes me my shorts and panties under the water.
“You're dressed, right?”
“Damn straight and sober as a nun. I was ready to run.”
“You wuss.” I laugh and wiggle into my shorts.
“Hey, it’s survival. I just have to be the fastest one to live.”
“You jerk!” I jump back up into his arms. “You are quite the scaredy cat not in your uniform.”
“It was a bear for Christ sake and little ol’ you were just chucking rocks at it so he wouldn’t eat your fish.” Oren begins walking us back to the shore and I swear he’s still shaking.
“Make me a stiff one.” Oren plops down in one of the loungers and I can’t help but bust up.
“Your damn daughter is crazy,” he tells my dad.