All In

by JC Szot

  What’s so funny?

  Okay.” She turned. “I’ll be back.” Cara rushed out the door, her heart palpitating into a throat that’d run dry since they left the beach.

  As she walked toward the laundry area, Cara speculated whether he was laughing at their kiss or laughing at her. Something was different this time. Was Mick amused with himself? Cara didn’t think this was at all funny. Something smoldered between them. It would eventually have to be dealt with and discussed.

  She placed the quarters in the machine, dumping a small box of powder into the basket. She pulled the clothes out of the pillowcase, feeling her frustration mount. Once the wash cycle started, Cara leaned against the machine, wishing she could’ve brought her book. There was no way she was going to go sifting through her pack to retrieve it. Erin and Tim, as hot as they were, were once again frozen in time.

  The nagging reality that she’d tried to deny kept knocking on the door of her thoughts. It was relentless. Cara silently confessed that she did want Mick. He had crawled into her heart and her mind. He’d made his statement. Cara read him loud and clear, translating his actions.

  She couldn’t take the tension. It was time, time to engage this womanly body in some sexual activity. After all, it was healthy, right? At the rate she was going, by the time she got started, she’d be old and washed up.

  Cara needed to purge James out of her system. Her only experience did nothing but taint her future. The spell needed to be broken, though Mick was already working on that. Cara smiled.

  Mick obviously wanted her. Was it just because she was the only one there? A convenience? How come this never happened back home? Once they were settled somewhere permanently, would he find someone else?

  “Everything all right down here?” Mick asked. The lights went out, closing her vision like a curtain. Her heart leapt out of her chest. The deep voice that she’d known her entire life oozed through the dark laundry room.

  “I’ll ask again, you doing okay down here?” His tone lowered into a rough whisper. His scorching breaths hit the back of her neck as his fingers brushed her hair to one side.

  Cara gripped the edge of the washing machine. Its steady hum penetrated into her pelvis when Mick pressed his body against hers from behind.

  His hands began to wander, petting and stroking her, learning about her in the dark. Mick’s hips thrust into her. Cara felt him, his need and wants evident, pressing into her tailbone.

  “Well?” Mick asked. Cold steel cooled her palms. The washer started to spin, taking her mind with it.

  “Fine … fine,” Cara said, her words breaking.

  “Good.” Mick spoke in her ear, his breath hot. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?”

  When his lips slowly nipped at the back of her neck, Cara’s eyes closed. He was plucking the cords of every muscle fiber in her body, making her twitch and vibrate. Her breasts tingled, sprouting beneath her shirt, calling out for a warm mouth and soft palm. His declaration had the outside world as she knew it evaporating into thin air.

  “I want you … want to taste you and touch you,” he said, his voice raspy, riding on an exhausted sigh. “I want to be inside you, feeling you, skin to skin.”

  “So help me, God,” she whined.

  His hands skirted underneath her shirt, drawing lines of fire over her flesh. His hands found her, cupping her breasts and gently fondling them. His hips undulated into her again, his cock a hard reminder.

  The pitch of the washing machine’s hum changed, downshifting into a slow stop. His body pulled back. Mick’s hands steered her to the side.

  “Let’s get these clothes in the dryer. Then, I’ve got other plans.”

  Cara caught his gleaming eyes, flashing like fiery coals in the dark confines of the laundry room. Mick quickly lifted the lid and began tossing the clothes into the dryer. Riffling through his pocket, he inserted the change.

  The zipper of her hoodie clanked as the dryer revolved. Mick took her hand and lifted it to his mouth. Wet warmth slithered through her fingers as his tongue drew lines up and down each finger.

  Childlike moans spilled from her throat as Mick pulled her finger deep into his mouth, suckling, his actions an erotic innuendo. His mouth left her, lowering her hand to his clothed cock.

  “Feel me,” he said hoarsely. “You’ve had me strung out for years … please.”

  Words she’d heard in her mind these last few weeks wouldn’t come. They were stuck on her tongue. Strung out for years? His need was maddening, something Cara had never seen or felt from another. She took his hand and took two steps back toward the door.

  Mick’s eyes blazed his reply in a string of expressions. His roughened voice finally croaked out around them.

  “Oh, Cara,” Mick murmured, shaking his head. His breath expelled between them. “You have no idea.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  As soon as they reached their room, Mick engaged the lock, leaving the room saturated in darkness. A thin strip of glimmering light crept into the room, sneaking in below the hem of the curtains, illuminating the expressive features of Mick’s face. Cara wet her lips, her insides clenched with anticipation.

  Mick’s hands landed on her shoulders, directing their steps toward the bed behind her. He sat her down, then knelt at her knees, yanking his shirt over his head. His hands then took her face. His mouth crushed hers, hard and needy. His desire was mounting, rising out of him, fanning her internal flame.

  Mick’s tongue swept through her mouth, bathing her with his moisture. His hands fumbled, lifting the hem of her shirt. Their mouths parted long enough for him to remove Cara’s shirt. He cleverly released the clasp of her bra, whisking it down her arms, tossing it behind him, his lips taking hers again.

  Cara grabbed his head, turning her face slightly, gasping. “Mick.”

  He squeezed her breasts together. His head lowered, nuzzling into her. Mick nipped at both nipples before warming them with his tongue.

  Balmy breaths huffed against her chest. His mouth enveloped one breast, gorging on her flesh. Mick groaned, wrestling with the button on her jeans. He rose to his feet, the air moving around them like a storm that could no longer be contained.

  “Scoot back,” he said, his tone thick.

  Cara’s eyes went wide, trying to decipher him through the hazy shadows. Her sneakers were yanked from her feet, hitting the floor behind her with a dull thud.

  Mick’s hands worked fast and urgently. There was no time to think of what to say. He was taking off her clothes. The line had been crossed.

  He peeled the heavy denim off her legs in one swift motion. Mick’s weight dipped the mattress. The lines of his strong body rose over her, a physical power she would now experience.

  Cara gripped his arms, pressing into mounds of corded muscle. Cara shivered, now lying below him in her panties. He’d crawled inside her head, and so quickly.

  “These are coming off. I’m going to touch you where I’ve never touched you before. I can’t wait to feel the soft skin of your pussy,” Mick said. His voice hardened. It sliced through her, his words tight, spoken through gritted teeth.

  “Oh God,” Cara shuddered. “Mick…” Her voice died. Waves of heat burned through her body.

  Mick pulled at the thin elastic, pushing her panties down her legs. Cara squealed as he bent her knee, spreading her legs wider. Air moved into hot, closed-off places that were now open and fully exposed.

  When his fingers combed through the creases of her pussy, Cara stilled, her breath catching. His hand shook, as if rearing back the urge, yet wanting to be tender.

  “Christ, you’re so wet … perfect, just like I knew you would be,” he said huskily. Anguished moans sounded from his chest. His breaths grew rapid. “Stunning.” He smiled down at her. The bed shifted below them as Mick fought to undo his jeans.

  Cara reached for him, assisting him with the cumbersome denim. “I want to feel you,” she whispered.

  “I want you to.” He laughed
half-heartedly. “Help me.”

  His nakedness joined hers, his flesh scalding. Cara raked her fingers down his chest, his nipples like buttons.

  “That’s it. Touch me,” Mick told her, his breaths coming faster. The musk of his body settled in her nose, altering the scent of every breath she took. His mouth descended onto hers. Their heads changed angles, their noses rubbing. One chest pushed against the other, their need now a rushing frenzy that knew no bounds.

  Tongues thirsted, reaching and striving for one another’s taste. Mick abruptly pulled back. His cock poked into her hip bone, his moisture now on her skin, sticky and hot.

  “Should I be sheathing up for this?” A wry grin curled his lips. Her ribs ached, taking in all the air they could until they were consummated, their bodies knitted as one.

  Cara shook her head, searching to touch him.

  “I’m protected. Medical reasons. Are you— Have you?”

  Mick nodded. “I’ve always protected myself. This’ll be a first.

  I just want to be as close to you as I can be,” he said softly. “Touch me. Feel how much I want you.” He placed her hand on him. Mick’s neck arched back, his groans a rumbling chorus.

  Cara ran her palm up the aroused extension of him. His cock was thick, pulsating in her hand. He was hot, strong, and solid. Syrupy slickness coated her fingers as she fondled him, feeling the brush of his pubic hairs.

  “Cara,” he released a guttural cry, pulling his body back. His hips thrust forward, the bed rocking as he suddenly pushed inside her, separating her walls and filling her. Instinctively Cara’s legs latched onto him, hugging his hips, her ankles crossing on his back.

  “God, yes,” he gasped. Mick’s body hammered into hers, their pelvises grinding to a rhythm all their own.

  Her insides swelled, full of him. Cara welcomed him into her body, the sensation of a man taking her, wanting her, desiring her. Deliriousness had her careening down a dark road, their passion out of control. Every image she’d ever read flipped through her mind like the windblown pages of her books, but Mick was real. Real, live flesh, pumping with life, his emotions raw and authentic.

  “Hug my dick, baby, clench your muscles around my cock,” he ground into her, growling like a famished animal.

  The tide built. His groin met the sensitive nub of her clitoris, making her body sing with pleasure. The rotation slowed as his fingers threaded between their damp bodies. He stroked her clit, stretching her further, needing their release to align. He vocalized his wants, his hunger clear.

  “This is next … my tongue on your pussy. I’m going to lick you there. I’ll make it so nice. I want to hear you sing my name,” he said, grunting out his words with effort. Panes of muscle tensed below her hands, his orgasm hovering. Pleasure and concentration etched his face. Mick’s eyes lowered, his gaze pressing down upon her.

  “Come on, come on my cock before I fire into you,” he seethed. His face went tight, his neck corded.

  I can’t believe he’s saying things like this!

  “There. Right there,” Cara told him as his fingers caressed her clit, feeling her own jaw lock. Exquisite spasms racked through her body. “Ah,” she stretched, her eyes rolling closed. Her core contorted with delight, causing her eyes to pop open. Her vision was filled with a darkness that glittered with sparks of light.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Mick woke to the sound of the shower. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, looking like a tropical rainforest. Mick slowly sat up, swatting at his dick. Now that he’d finally had her, his body couldn’t get enough. He didn’t want to push, but he wanted more, needing to ensure that all that happened last night was real.

  Being with Cara had been beyond amazing. It was everything he’d ever envisioned. His lust and feelings for her had been ripening for years. He’d finally been able to sample the luscious fruits of having her.

  Seeing Cara below him as he moved inside her was hindering his mental state—the way her body writhed, how her hips ground into his, and those eyes. They had fluttered up at him, mirroring all the ecstasy he’d hoped to create.

  Steam slunk into the room. Condensation clung to the mirror over the bureau. Mick stood and walked toward the reflective glass. With the tip of his finger, he wrote her name in the cloudy mist. Facing the bathroom door, he peeked through the crack. The lines of her body moved behind the curtain.

  His balls prickled with awareness. His cock saluted into his taut abdomen. Mick licked his lips, then boldly stepped into the bathroom and pulled the curtain open, ready to feast on her again.

  Hot rain showered over the smooth lines of her back. His eyes followed the line of her spine, locking on the crease of her adorable ass. Cara spun around, her eyes wide.

  “You scared me,” she said, her hand on her chest. Lines of soap trailed down her breasts, slinking down her belly. Her mouth parted, her lower lip full and tempting enough to bite.

  Mick loved the hair on her pussy. It was so much darker than the hair on her head, characteristics of being a natural blond. Foamy suds clung to the small thatch of hair there. He swallowed hard.

  Cara’s breaths reverberated off the tiles, dragging his gaze back up and over her body. Their eyes fastened. A veil of steam drifted between them.

  Mick stepped into the tiny stall, closing the curtain behind him, his eyes feasting. He touched the curved tops of her shoulders, slowly brushing his nakedness against hers.

  He licked the saturated flesh of her shapely neck. “How are you on this fine morning?” he asked, speaking into her satiny skin.

  “I’m… I feel wonderful,” she gasped as his hand traveled down between their bodies, fingering the folds of her vagina, wanting her warmth and flavor.

  “Does that mean that everything’s okay?” He pulled back slightly, needing her eyes to confirm her answer. Cara nodded, her gaze lowered as the shower sprinkled over them. “Tell me, please, talk to me. Say the words,” Mick said, his request a rush of air that he’d held in his lungs.

  “You made me feel so good.” Her eyes lowered with the memory, showing him all that he’d ever wanted and wished for.

  “It’s only the beginning,” Mick whispered, lowering to his knees.

  He glided his cheek across her polished belly. Mick ran his tongue over her flesh, licking the water from her skin like a parched animal. Water beaded on her, tasting fresh and clean. Her whimpering cries had Mick’s body wired with need.

  “I like that,” she panted. Mick gazed up at her. Cara’s body sagged against the tiles, her eyes closed and savoring his touch. His palms slipped over her skin as he felt his way to the center of her thighs. He opened his eyes, blinking through the water as it fell over them. He gently parted her, wanting to see her up close and intimately. He tenderly kissed her clitoris, then rubbed it with the tip of his nose.

  “Oh, Mick…please…” she sighed, her feet fidgeting. He felt her knees drop just a bit. He began to pleasure her slowly with the tip of his tongue, wanting it all to be perfect. As the water rained above him, so did her body, wetting his mouth with the thick essence of her. She was pleasantly tangy, his taste beds longing for more.

  Mick pushed his tongue up into the snug slit of her warm heat, wanting to consume her. Her hips began to shake, her breaths filling the cloudy air. Mick’s mouth adhered onto her sensitive tissues. He rhythmically drew her clitoris in and out of his mouth.

  “Ah,” Cara flinched. Her knees folded as her body slid down the wet wall of the shower. Mick didn’t wait, not wanting to take the time to try and translate the look in her eyes, choosing to read her physical responses instead. He’d plowed through all barriers. There wasn’t much left to explore.

  He grabbed her, pulling her into his lap. Mick fought with his legs, the space small and limited. The spigot of the bath jabbed him in the back. Numb to the discomfort, he pried Cara’s legs apart, guiding her into a straddle. She situated herself as Mick steered his cock up inside, watching himself disappear into the hot h
aven of her body.

  She started to move, turning his bones to liquid.

  “Yeah…fuck me, babe,” he said, his tone dark. “Ah—I want to feel you again. You ready to come for me, gorgeous?”

  Her eyes flashed, connecting them through a torrent of water that began to cool. Mick added the play of his fingers.

  “Jesus,” she hissed. Cara’s head flew back, her back beautifully arched. Her breasts held droplets of water that looked like morning dew. Mick licked the swells, feeling her nipple harden into a tiny nugget despite the heated vapors.

  “Come on,” Mick grunted, propelling his cock up into her, wanting to be deeper. Cara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, scratching down his biceps like cat’s claws. Mick bit down on his lower lip, loving the feel of her marking him. His balls pulled up into his body. His dick flexed against her wet walls, hooking to her insides, his groin about to explode.

  Cara shuddered over him.

  “Oh my!” She clung to him, her palms cradling the back of his skull, pulling him into her neck. Mick bit the tender flesh there, feeling her body rack against his. Her pussy bored down on his cock, siphoning everything out of him. Her thighs twitched. Mick rested his hands on them, feeling her tendons tremble. Mick’s insides uncurled, lashing out a tether of heat that seared throughout his body and into hers.

  “God, I…” His eyes flew open. His rational thoughts stalled the racing power of his orgasm along with his words. He needed to keep his confessions in check, at least for now.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  The weeks advanced quickly. The weather began to warm and it was evident to Cara and Mick that the tourist season was beginning to filter in. The motor inn was more crowded on the weekends, rampant with children and scolding parents.

  Their jobs were going well, though Mick’s was winding down, with the deli ready to open. He had inquired about working for the deli’s owner but hadn’t heard back. Cara’s cleaning routine was going smoothly, though walking from rental to rental was getting tedious, not to mention exhausting.