Summer Girl, Winter Boy

by Elsborg, Barbara

  He put his forearms against the wall and caged her with his body, rocked against her. Teasing with the tip of his tongue, he trailed it around the line of her mouth, darting between her open lips, but on the point of fucking her mouth with it, he pulled back. He wanted to make this last.

  Jai lifted one of her hands from his tie and sucked her fingers one by one before he planted openmouthed kisses up her arm to her neck. He had one chance to make her his, this night to make her want him so much that whatever he told her tomorrow, she’d be able to understand and forgive. He’d never wanted anything so much in his life.

  He caressed her beautiful breasts with his fingertips, sweeping his thumbs around her nipples and then over the piercings. His mouth followed his fingers and Summer cried out as he pulled on the metal bars piercing her skin. He kissed his way back to her mouth and fucked her hard with his tongue, rocking his body against her as she rocked into him.

  His clothes were an annoyance but if this was what she wanted, he’d give it to her, and in truth, it was a turn-on, being dressed when she wasn’t. He ground the ridge of his cock against the junction of her thighs and dropped his mouth again to her breasts. He raked her nipples with his teeth as she writhed against him, and nibbled his way down her body until he knelt in front of her.

  For a long moment, he stayed motionless with his mouth pressed to her belly, thinking about the possibility of something he’d sworn he didn’t want and never would—having a child. If that guy had freaked her out when he’d asked her to marry him after a couple of months, she’d run a mile if he suggested having kids, but the idea had grown in his mind since she’d make the joke about not calling their kids Autumn or Spring.

  Once you’ve told her what you’ve done for the last ten years, think she’d want a kid with you?

  I can make her understand.

  Get real.

  When he pulled back and looked up at her, her fingers tightened in his hair.

  “I sometimes think you’re a dream,” she whispered.

  I’m your nightmare.

  “There has to be something wrong with you.”

  “I’ve only got a top grade in one GCSE.”

  Her eyes widened. “Which one?”

  “Religious education.”

  “You really are perfect,” she said with a laugh. “I failed that one.”

  He didn’t believe her but he adored making her laugh. She stroked his hair, ran her fingers over his ears and his cock made another attempt to break his zipper. He rested his head on her belly and ran his fingers up and down her thighs.

  “Jaiiiiii.”

  Every sound and movement she made wound him tighter. The dark, damp patch at the base of her thin red panties inflamed his senses, the scent of her arousal made his heart and dick pulse. He rubbed along the edge of her underwear, trailing a finger down the line of her groin and then over the center of the panties and the little nub of her piercing. The material dampened further under his touch and he blew a long breath against her.

  “Jaaaaiii,” she wailed louder.

  “You’re beautiful.” He pressed his mouth to the piercing in her navel, flicking it with his tongue.

  She clutched his head, her fingers tugging at his hair as he eased her panties down her legs. He had to lift her feet to help her step out of them. Her legs trembled. One suck at her navel and she let out a juddering sigh. He slid his hands behind her, his fingers settling in the crease of her butt, and trailed his tongue down to the folds of her sex. He heard nothing except their breathing, the way it faltered, hitched, stopped.

  He loved the taste of her, loved the way her muscles twitched, the sensation of her soft skin under his fingers. Jai looked up at her, danced his tongue over the piercing in her clit and tried to ignore his screaming cock. She arched against the wall, parting her legs and the action pushed her harder against his mouth. He brought a hand around to join his tongue and let the other slip down the line of her butt and over the puckered ring of her anus.

  “Jai,” she gasped. “Oh god, oh god.”

  He rubbed and sucked and licked, rotated a finger in the slick heat of her sex, pushed another against the dark hole behind and fluttered his tongue over her clit. She came on his face with a gush of cream that he lapped up like a cat. He held her steady as she gasped and shook, and when she was done, he pushed to his feet, his cock so hard it hurt. He rested with his hands on the wall on either side of her head and watched her until she’d completely unwound and settled. A hand he hadn’t spotted moving brushed the tent in his pants and he sucked in a breath.

  “The downside of me playing with you is that I’ve driven myself to the edge.”

  They stared at each other as Summer unfastened his trousers and unzipped him. Not without some difficulty. She pushed his boxers out of the way to free his cock and balls and he groaned. She swept a finger over his crest and the noise that escaped from his mouth didn’t sound manly.

  Summer lifted her leg and hooked it over his hip.

  “Thought you wanted to face the wall,” he murmured.

  “We can do that later. W for wall. This is—I’m not sure what this is.”

  Jai smiled. “G for Gymnastics.” He fumbled in his jacket pocket for one of the foil packets he’d slipped in there and sheathed his cock.

  “Lift your other leg,” he said.

  “Are you strong enough?”

  “I suspect that if I had to lift a bus before I was allowed inside you, I’d manage it.”

  Summer laughed and as she lifted her other leg, he caught hold of her under her butt, his heart faltering at the taut curve of her backside in his grasp, and pressed her against the wall.

  “Nope, you’re too heavy,” he said.

  Her face fell and she wriggled to get free. Jai pressed harder against her. “I was kidding.”

  He bent his knees and positioned his cock against her, all the time yelling at himself not to rush this. One push and he slid straight in. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He stretched her, filled her, lost himself so deep inside her that when he felt the spiking jolt strike all the way to his toes, he knew that she’d broken him.

  When he was in Summer like this, he could think of nothing but her and the way she made him feel. Her laugh, her smile, her touch, everything turned him on, supercharged his nerve endings, tightened his chest, made him really feel. He began to rock up into the silken depths of her body, his gaze steady on hers. He could see the pleasure he brought her in the flush of her face, in the grip of her hands on his shoulders, the look in her eyes. He wanted to do this forever.

  As the demands of his cock overruled his head and he began to fuck her harder, he had to switch his hold to her hips to keep her in place even though she’d locked her heels around his back. He drove harder and faster and each movement, each rock, each thrust, each clasp by her pulled his climax closer. The pressure in his head increased to the edge of pain with the need to come and yet he didn’t want to stop fucking her.

  “Ah, aah, aaah,” Summer gasped, a series of small, hungry cries erupting from her throat, and each sound dragged him closer.

  He shook with tension, the pleasure of being gripped by her so fantastic he could feel himself being drawn to the brink, dragged like a petulant toddler. Her body squeezed his cock as he withdrew, tugging at him like a fist, her rippling muscles irresistible as they urged him back. His cock swelled, his balls tightened and his heart clamored to break his ribs and get to hers.

  The moment she reached the peak, he let himself go. His orgasm roared through him, cum surging out in furious spurts, spilling into the condom, every cell in his body caught up in an almost savage delight. Summer cried out in his arms, clutched him more tightly and he never wanted to leave her. No one could ever fuck her other than him. She was his.

  But he wasn’t hers. Not yet.

  As he came down from the high and lowered her trembling legs to the floor, sense returned to his head and he understood she wasn’t his at all until he’d sorted out the mess
he was in. Even worse, he wondered if in some way doing this with her was the worst betrayal of all, that he should have told her everything tonight. Yet he couldn’t cope with the thought that she might not understand, but knew he couldn’t expect any woman to.

  I have to tell her. But not now.

  Jai eased out of her and pulled off the condom.

  “Want to do T for Tub?” she asked.

  She grinned as he nodded so hard his head looked in danger of falling off. Once he’d disposed of the condom, she started the tub filling then undressed him, rubbing her hand over his groin. “I’m just like your objectionable dressers, aren’t I? Copping a feel.”

  “Not quite.”

  “Not quite?” She laughed and squeezed gently.

  “Not at all.” He groaned.

  “Is there anything you’ve never done and wanted to do?”

  “Climbed Everest, wrestled an alligator, swum with killer whales.”

  “I was thinking about sex.”

  “Oh.” He chuckled. “I don’t really want to climb Everest.”

  “Note to self. Arrange alligator wrestling and a killer-whale swim.” She stared at him.

  “You’re waiting for me to tell you I don’t want to do those either?”

  “Well…I just happen to know someone with an alligator.” She pulled off the last item of his clothing, his shirt, and laid it over the laundry basket.

  “I give in. I don’t want to do either of those things. I don’t like the idea of getting eaten. Except by you.”

  She snorted and turned to check the temperature of the water before yanking a couple of towels from the rail and dropping them near the tub. He slid his hands around her belly, pulled her against him and rested his chin on her shoulder.

  “If you were thinking of sex, what do you have in mind?” he asked.

  “You’ve probably done everything.”

  “Not with you.”

  “Oh hell, you are perfect.”

  “You can have the end with the taps,” he said.

  “Or maybe not.”

  Summer climbed in and sank down into the warm water with a long sigh.

  Jai stepped into the other end and winced, shifting from one foot to the other. “Trying to cook me?”

  “You did say I could eat you. I’m not keen on raw meat.”

  He gradually lowered himself into the tub and sucked in a breath. “Want to go and get some carrots and parsnips to add to the stew?”

  “Ha ha.”

  “Come to this end and protect me,” he said.

  She laughed and shifted so that she sprawled on top of him, her nipples stabbing his chest, her knees on either side of his hips, lower legs up out of the water and crossed at the ankles.

  “We need a bigger tub, though I won’t be telling my mother that.” She slid her hands around his neck and kissed him.

  His hands roamed over her back, curving around her bottom as their kiss deepened. He shifted his leg between hers so she straddled his thigh and she rocked into his upward stroke. She hadn’t thought it possible to be aroused again so quickly, but then when was she ever not hot for Jai?

  His mouth moved from hers and she moaned, wanting it back.

  “The temperature of the water just went up.” His lips curved in a wry smile. “I’m going to have to keep you busy until my batteries have recharged. Turn around and lie with your head near the taps.”

  “And stick my bum in your face?”

  He didn’t say anything.

  She might be inexperienced but she wasn’t shy. She took a deep breath and turned around.

  “What am I supposed to do at this end?” she asked. “There’s not a duck to play with.”

  He lifted his foot out of the water and propped it on the side of the tub next to the taps. “Be imaginative.”

  Summer lifted one hand from the water and tickled his big toe. “This little piggy went to market…”

  He laughed, spread his palms on her bottom and tugged her back, water sloshing over the sides. Summer pulled his foot to her mouth and sucked his big toe. She could have sworn his loud groan made the water ripple. Then he licked between her buttocks, following the seam, and she was so shocked, she bit him.

  “Ouch.”

  “Sorry.”

  His hands spread her cheeks and her heart began to race.

  “Don’t,” she whispered. “Except I’m thinking do.”

  “If you want me to stop at any time, say cyclotrimethlenetrinitramine.”

  She almost choked around his toe. His tongue slid over her asshole and she sucked hard. Part of her was embarrassed. The larger part of her was turned-on big-time. Who knew this was so…arousing? She collapsed into the water, sprawled over his legs, a tangle of limbs, sucking desperately at his toe as he licked and rimmed her.

  “Have you ever…?” She started to speak but he pressed his tongue inside her—there—and she thought she was going to swallow his foot and half the bath.

  “Going to say no?” he asked.

  “No,” she managed as she came up for air.

  “I think I worded that wrong. Will you let me have you here?” He used his fingers to caress from her piercing to her anus while he landed kisses all over her backside. The ache in her intensified. “One day, I mean. If you’ve never done it that way before, I’d be too big. You need to start small and work up.”

  Summer had a thought. “You want me to do it to you too?”

  “If you wanted to.”

  That meant yes. “O…kay, but I don’t want a tail stuffed up my butt and you calling me horsey.”

  He laughed against her back. “What have you been watching?”

  “Reading. Long, lonely nights in the middle of nowhere with my e-reader, but I don’t want to be a horsey.”

  “How about a pony?”

  She growled. “Nor a pony.”

  He pulled her back and at the same time slid down the bath so that his mouth was over her clit and Summer forgot what they’d been talking about. He tongued and licked her into a mindless frenzy and when she slipped over the edge and spiraled out of control, she did swallow half the bath.

  Jai pulled her around to face him, slapping her on the back as she spat out water. She slithered over the edge of the tub and lay panting on the mat. Jai stepped out and crouched beside her.

  “You okay?” he asked. “Need CPR?”

  “I hope you didn’t wee in that,” she eventually managed to say.

  “No.” He brushed the water from her face and bent to kiss her.

  She reached for his cock and he groaned into her mouth.

  “Let me get a condom.” He snagged his jacket and pulled a foil packet out of the pocket.

  She rolled over and came up on all fours. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, he was staring at her.

  “Is my butt all red?” she asked.

  “Rosy cheeked.”

  She faced forward and felt him kneel behind her. She heard the foil rip, the snap of latex, then he leaned over her back and smoothed his arms down hers until their fingers linked. His chest rubbed against her back, his lightly stubbled chin tickled her neck and the muscles between her legs clenched at the thought of him entering her from behind. He slid his hands over her breasts and squeezed lightly as he licked down her spine.

  He teased, pulling his cock back and forth down the seam of her bottom and over her folds until it caught her piercing. She was wet with arousal and the sound of slick flesh slapping flesh ratcheted up her desire another notch.

  When he slammed his cock into her, she hadn’t been expecting it and she cried out as air rushed from her lungs. Jai held her by the hips and fucked her hard, pumping in and out, breathing in hoarse grunts. She spiraled so fast, her vision wavered. The feel of him so deep inside her, the sensation of his balls slapping her skin, the way his hands gripped her, pushed and pulled her to release. She came with a long, wailing cry and Jai didn’t stop moving, stroking hard and fast until she felt him stiffen an
d pulse inside her.

  “Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Are you okay?”

  “Define okay.”

  They sank down onto the bathroom floor with him pressed closed behind her. She put her thumb against the pulse on his wrist and it perfectly matched the beat in her own.

  She felt too lucky. Something bad was going to happen.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Summer leaned over Jai and tickled his cheek with her hair. “Are you awake?”

  “No. I’m fast asleep. You’ve worn me out. I’m not moving any part of me until I’ve had coffee. Not including the part that’s moving of its own accord. I take no responsibility for that.”

  She laughed, rolled out of bed and headed into the small kitchenette. There was a kettle, coffee maker, coffee grinder, mugs, plates and cutlery but no food in the fridge, no coffee in the cupboard. Her mother obviously didn’t intend her to stay long.

  “Mind it black?” she called.

  “Nope.”

  Summer slipped on Jai’s shirt and padded down the stairs into the barn. She shivered in the cold air, winced at the chill underfoot and hurried over to the chest freezer, which stood against the far wall next to a stack of garden chairs and a big green parasol. When she lifted the lid of the freezer, the packets of coffee she’d brought back from Colombia were at the top and she picked out her favorite, Bucaramanga. A tray of croissants tempted on the other side and she pulled open the packaging and pried out two of the pastries.

  Upstairs, Jai lay where she’d left him. She plugged the coffee grinder into the socket, but when she broke open the bag of beans, it slipped from her hands and the contents poured over the countertop. “Damn.” She scooped them up and dropped them into the grinder.

  “Put your hands over your ears,” she called and flicked the switch.

  Instead of the dark powder she’d expected to see as the blade slashed through the beans, the plastic top of the grinder was spattered with white.

  Summer turned the machine off. “Oh Christ. Jai!”