Quake

by Jacob Chance

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend it’s my cock inside of you.”

  She gasps as she pushes two of her fingers inside of her pussy. She’s so wet I can hear her juices every time her fingers slide in and out of her cunt. She moans and I watch her as she starts to come, her legs shaking and her head thrown back. Watching her tremble through her orgasm sends me into my own. I groan when I release hard, my dick shooting come all over me.

  ***

  The moment I hear the knock on my door my stomach turns over with a combination of excitement and nerves. Inhaling deeply, I remind myself I want this—I want her and I’ll be buried inside her sweet pussy by the end of the night.

  I open the door and once she’s cleared the threshold her lips are on mine. My hands go to the back of her waist and slide up to caress along her spine, while our mouths become reacquainted. It’s only been a week since my lips were on hers, but the real thing is so much better than my memories.

  The moment our tongues touch, it’s explosive like a match has been thrown on gasoline. Our kiss is hotter than any I’ve ever experienced. My fingers roughly grip her hips, pulling her forward until every inch along the front of her body is touching mine. Our kissing doesn’t stop when I pull her jacket from her shoulders and throw it on the floor. My lips leave hers as I trail them down her neck, along the line of her collarbone and down to where her shirt drapes slightly off one shoulder.

  The urge to have her is overwhelming and I can’t wait any longer to make her mine. She gasps when I sweep her off her feet and into my arms. Her eyes are wide as I carry her to my bedroom. I place her gently down on her back in the middle of my king sized bed before I kneel beside her. My fingers gently sweep along her forehead before trailing down her cheek.

  “Before we go any further I want to make sure you want this as much as I do.” My eyes search hers for any indecision.

  “I do. I want you,” she answers without any hesitation.

  I close my eyes and grit my teeth, taking a moment to settle down. She has me on the edge of snapping and I don’t want the first time we’re together to be an out of control fuck. There’s plenty of time for that later, maybe even later tonight. I can’t frighten her off before I’ve had her. If she knew all the filthy things I want to do to her it would scare her the fuck away.

  “Touch me, Kyle.” She pulls her shirt up over her head. I groan at the sight of her in a black satin bra. Her breasts are pushed up so high, they’re almost spilling out of the cups.

  “Fuck.” I’m overcome with visions of thrusting my cock in the dark valley between them when I lean over her. I’m so hard right now it’s fucking painful. I unsnap the front of her bra with the hand I’m not leaning on. My breath halts when the bra parts and I see her naked breasts.

  Jesus Christ.

  She’s fucking perfection and I know I don’t deserve to be here with her. I know Janny’s way too good for me, but I can’t walk away from her. I’ve already become dependent on our daily phone calls; her sweet voice is my favorite sound. I’m so far gone for her and, in spite of knowing this will end tragically, I need her too much to let her go.

  My head lowers down and I wrap my lips around her dark pink nipple. I suck gently on it, cupping her other breast in my hand, circling her nipple with my thumb. Her moan turns into a gasp when my teeth gently bite on her tender flesh. My hands skate down the length of her stomach until coming to rest on the button of her jeans. My index finger teases her soft skin inside the waistband of her jeans as she lifts her hips up toward me.

  “Please,” she moans, her hands gripping the sheets.

  I close my eyes and grind my teeth.

  Hearing her beg is putting my limits to the test. I want to tear the rest of her clothes off and bury my cock inside her more than anything, but this has to be the best it can be for her. My fingers undo the button and slide down the zipper. She lifts her hips up for me. I pull her pants and panties off and in the dim lighting of my bedroom I can see her pussy glistening with desire. My fingers move through her wetness and slip inside of her to caress the spot I know will drive her wild. I slide down lower on the bed and let my tongue circle her clit. She lifts her hips, working toward her orgasm, but I don’t want any help.

  “Hold still,” I demand.

  She immediately obeys.

  “Don’t move baby. I’ll stop, if you do.” My fingers continue to caress inside her, as I suck gently on her clit. Her breaths leave her in short gasps while she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. I would love to draw it out, take my time and make her wait for it, but I’m going to explode if I don’t get my cock inside of her pussy as soon as possible. I flick my tongue over her clit a few more times, pushing her into her orgasm.

  “Kyle.” The way she moans my name when she comes is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I slide my tongue through her juices, licking up my reward for making her come.

  I tear off my shirt, standing on the floor to undo my pants. I push them down with my boxers and kick them off in record time. I grab a condom from my nightstand and roll it on before settling on the bed between her thighs.

  I want to go slow, but her legs are spread wide, exposing her entire pussy to me. The sight of her, all pink and wet is a temptation I can’t resist. My cock is throbbing, my need for her like a heartbeat, I tease her opening, only the tip entering her. I pull back and thrust in a bit more. My muscles tense, trying to hold back, but she’s so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her. Each time my hips move I’m sliding in a little bit further until I’m finally all the way inside of her.

  Holy fuck.

  The way her wet heat is wrapped so tightly around my cock is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I pull my hips back and thrust deep into her again, groaning with pleasure. Her legs wrap around my hips and I lower my chest down to hers, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. Gripping her hands in mine and holding them above her head, we’re connected in every way possible, I roll my hips against hers over and over.

  Her moans are driving me on and my thrusts become faster and more forceful. I release one of her hands and slide mine down to rub her clit. It’s only a minute before I can feel the quivers of her orgasm and the tremble of her legs as they continue to grip my hips. With her pussy squeezing me tight, I groan and come harder than I ever have before.

  I hold her close while I wait for our breathing to calm down. Fuck, I came so hard my head is aching. Her fingers move to my hair and she lightly scratches the back of my scalp. I lift my head up and look down into her eyes. The lighting is low, but the soft smile on her lips tells me she’s happy and right now it’s all I care about. I’m so fucking relieved she’s not regretting it.

  “That was incredible,” I say, leaning down to brush her lips with mine.

  “Yes,” she answers shyly, a pink flush on her cheeks. I climb off the bed and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I come out she’s under the covers and the sight of her in my large bed, with her tousled blond hair fanning across the black pillow case, causes a tug in my chest. I pull back the comforter and lie down next to her, cradling her in my arms while she curls up on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and bury my nose in her hair, breathing in the soft floral scent as I drift off to sleep.

  ***

  There’s no better way to begin my day than with Janny in my arms. I love having her here with me, sleeping peacefully while cuddled against me. It’s early yet, only a little after six, but I know I’m awake for good.

  Pain keeps me from a solid night’s rest more often than not and then there’s the nightmares leftover from my shooting. I went to talk to a therapist after it happened and he diagnosed me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m much better about handling loud noises now, than when the accident was fresh. I used to dive to the ground, taking cover; sometimes it would happen in a public place. I don’t ever want Janny to see that side of me.

  I slip from the bed without disturbing her, putting on a pair
of navy blue pajama bottoms and head to the kitchen. After making myself a cup of coffee I sit down at the table and think about what happened last night. It seems like a dream to me. After all the times I’ve fantasized about making love to Janny, it’s difficult to grasp that it actually happened, and it was so much more than I imagined. I lean my elbows on the table and drop my head to my hands.

  What happens now? Do we settle into a relationship and see where this can go or do I set her free now, knowing I’m sparing her the heartache sure to come later?

  Do I selfishly grasp this chance at happiness no matter how fleeting it might be? I grip my fingers in my hair and pray I’ll do the right thing. God help me, but I want to be with her and I don’t think I’m strong enough to walk away.

  I’m a selfish bastard for wanting to let this play out between us, knowing my life could end quick like the snap of my fingers.

  What Janny doesn’t know, what she can never know, is that there’s a bullet fragment still lodged in my brain. It’s like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. If it shifts even one millimeter it will end my life instantly. It’s inoperable and someday it’ll be the end of me. I’ve been living with this for three years now, waiting and wondering how much more time is left before the end is here?

  Fate is a fucking bitch for putting her in that house for me to see, because all I want to do now is cling to the happiness Janny’s brought to my life, knowing this might be my last chance at experiencing love. I know I should push her away and spare her from ever having to deal with the pain of losing me.

  “Good morning.”

  I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear her come into the kitchen.

  I raise my head up; my eyes take her in from head to toe as she walks toward me. Her long blonde hair is tousled and she’s wearing one of my plain white t-shirts. She’s so tiny it falls to just above her knees, it drapes loosely so I can’t see the shape of her body underneath it, but I swear it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The way the distended tips of her nipples are poking through the worn material is making my mouth water. Is she wearing panties under there? Or is she bare and waiting for my cock to slip inside her once more?

  “Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” I push my chair back making room for her to fit between the table and me.

  “I slept wonderful.” She smiles, her eyes still clouded with sleep as she steps between my legs and cups my cheek with her hand. I take her fingers, kiss her palm and pull her closer to me. Her nipples are pointing right at me and I do what any normal red blooded male would. I start to touch her, my fingertips teasing along the outer edges of her thighs, before moving around to cup the back of them. She gasps at their first contact and I smile as I slowly slide my hands up over her silken skin wondering what I’ll find when I reach her delectable ass. Will it be encased in the black satin panties she had on last night—the ones that matched her hot as hell bra? Or will I find her perfect ass bare and ready for the imprint of my hand?

  In the few seconds I take to explore, my cock has become hard enough to pound nails or at least to pound her beautiful, pink pussy. My hands reach their destination and I discover her bare like I’d hoped she’d be. Fuck.

  I stand up so quickly my chair tips over, clattering loudly to the floor. Janny’s eyes go wide with surprise, before I spin her around and push her onto the table. I place one of my hands on the middle of her back and clasp the other firmly around her hip. She inhales sharply when the front of her body makes contact with the cold wood. My hands move down to the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and slip underneath, moving slowly up the warm smooth skin of her back, pushing the material with them. I trail kisses from the bottom of her spine all the way up. She’s so tiny only the tips of her toes remain on the floor when I lean over kissing along her neck, moving up to whisper in her ear.

  “I’ve been tested and it was negative. Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes, the pill.”

  Fuck, I’ve got to be inside her now. I shove my pants down to my thighs and pull her hips back toward me.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask as my hand moves between her legs and I find her pussy dripping for me. “You’re so wet. Do you want my cock?” I tease her, sliding it back and forth along her slit.

  “Yes. God, yes. Please.”

  Once I hear her beg for it, I can’t hold back any longer. I’m inside her with one forceful motion, all thoughts of being gentle lost, when I feel the walls of her tight pussy squeezing my bare cock. I draw back and thrust into her again, rocking her body against the table. Fuck, I’ve never experienced anything like this. I wrap her hair around my left hand, pulling her head back so I can bite on her neck. My right hand wraps around her hip, gripping it.

  I can’t fuck her hard enough right now, I can’t get close enough to her. No matter how deep I’m buried inside her it will never be enough—I’ll always want more.

  My right hand slides over her hipbone and down so my fingers can circle her clit. I’m not going to last much longer and she has to get there first. My teeth clench as I think of anything I can to stave off the orgasm about to rocket through my body.

  The back of her thighs tremble against the front of mine signaling she’s almost there. I let go of her hair and grip onto her shoulder pulling her toward me. I thrust as hard as I possibly can over and over until she cries out my name when she comes. It’s only a few seconds until I follow. I collapse on her back, all my energy spent. Jesus Christ. If this bullet fragment doesn’t kill me first, Janny’s pussy might do the job, but what a fucking way to go.

  Chapter Nine

  Janny

  Holy shit. I can’t believe he just fucked me on the kitchen table. That was without a doubt the hottest sex of my life.

  This is not my life. Janny Moore isn’t the girl guys want to fuck on the kitchen table. I smile to myself, my cheek still resting on the smooth wooden surface while Kyle kisses me right below my ear.

  “Come on, beautiful. Let me help you up.” He wraps his arm around my stomach as I begin to rise up and pulls me toward him. I end up my back to his front, my head resting on his chest as he cradles me loosely in his arms. His mouth lowers until his lips are leaving a line of kisses along the top of my shoulder. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  “No, not at all.” I shake my head and bite on my lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed about what we just did. I’m not used to getting so carried away in the heat of the moment.

  “Hey,” he says, his hands on my shoulders. He turns me around in his arms, leans down and peers into my eyes like he’s searching for my deepest, darkest secrets. Little does he know he wouldn’t need to look very far, all he’d have to do is ask. At this moment, I’m pretty sure I’d divulge anything he wanted to know. He’s become that important to me.

  I wonder if he knows how much I’ve grown to care for him. Can he see it in my eyes? Can he hear it in my voice? Is it written all over my face? I hope so, because I’m not ready to say those words, not yet. Those words haven’t escaped my lips since the night of the fire and the thought of saying them now, of having such depth of emotion for another person, scares the hell out of me.

  “No, you didn’t hurt me at all. I loved everything we did.”

  I’m falling in love with you.

  I can hear the words in my head, but knowing I mean them doesn’t make it any easier for me to speak them. Maybe someday—maybe someday soon, I’ll be able to look him in the eyes and tell him how I truly feel, but for now I’ll hope he can see beyond face value.

  I took a quick shower while Kyle cooked breakfast for us. I got dressed in my clothes from last night and put my wet hair up in a ponytail. Now, while I’m sitting here at the very same table he recently had me bent over, I can’t help the flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks. My eyes lower to my hands clenched tightly in my lap, my chin tucks into my chest when I think of the wanton way I acted, how I begged him to fuck me. Jesus. I’ve never behaved that way with
anyone before.

  Sex with David was okay, but we were teenagers. Josh and I had hot sex, but not enough to make me beg for his cock. Sex with Kyle is indescribable—it surpasses mere words. Maybe this is the way it’s supposed to be and I’ve never experienced it before.

  “Do you want toast or a bagel?” His deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

  “Toast please,” I answer and he winks at me before turning back to his cooking. My eyes take in his rumpled hair and the way the muscles in his broad back flex as he cooks for me. He’s so sexy barefoot with those hot as fuck pajama pants hanging on his hips. His shoulders are wide and I can see the top of the memorial tattoo that wraps all the way around his bicep. It’s made up of two banners, one with each of his parent’s names and they’re done in black and gray shading.

  “Can I do anything to help?” I ask, realizing I should be lending a hand instead of overthinking what happened.

  “If you don’t mind, could you please grab the O.J. and two glasses. They’re in that cabinet over there,” he says, gesturing to the left with his head. I grab the juice from the double door stainless fridge and notice how neatly he has the inside arranged, before taking two glasses from the cabinet. As I’m placing them on the table he puts our plates down. He made bacon and scrambled eggs, which are my favorite kind. “Sit down,” he says, pulling out the chair next to his.

  “Thank you. This looks amazing. I’m starving this morning.” I pick up the knife and butter my toast.

  “We worked up an appetite.” I look up from my plate to Kyle as he smirks at me. My face flushes when I think about the things we did and how he worked me over on this very table.

  “I hope you cleaned the table.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them and the moment they’re out there floating in the ether I wish I could take them back. Kyle lets out a laugh making me feel less self-conscious, as I take the first bite of eggs from my plate. The flavor of the seasoning and cheese he added makes them taste delicious.