by Lane Hart
“Take your time,” I whisper into her ear as I cradle her head in one hand, the other covering her hip. I hope she takes the hint, as the combination of this woman’s incredibly sexy body, words, and motions is almost too much for me to withstand. The pressure in my lower belly is unbelievable, like nothing I have ever felt in my life.
Instead of responding, she bites her lip, locking eyes with me before she wraps her heels behind my thighs. She entwines her arms around my back, and then with a cry that could be either pleasure or pain, she squeezes me to her until the base of my cock grinds against her and my balls slap her ass. She throws her head back, gasping as she bucks her hips against me, so I wrap my arms around her arched back and try to hold on as she rides me from below.
A few moments later, she stills in my arms, and after giving me a long, deep kiss, she says, “I can’t believe I came like that. I’m okay now, I think I’m used to it. You can move, but go easy at first, all right?”
If I had any experience with sex at all, I would have recognized that she was having another orgasm.
I give her a nod, so overwhelmed by the entire experience, I can’t even speak. The way she moves, she feels, she sounds, it’s all too much. I take a deep shuddering breath as I start to gently rock my hips, her moaning and the trembling in her thighs and pussy quickly pushing me to the brink.
“You’re so fucking good, I can’t…” I gasp.
“Oh god, I’m coming again!” she cries as her nails dig into my back. I take that as my cue and quicken my pace, the pressure and need so great that I completely lose myself. Our lips crash together in a frenzied kiss as I pour into her, our cries mixing together as we climax.
I’m still coming hard when suddenly everything goes dark. That’s never happened before when I was jerking off or getting a blowjob. Must be just how good her pussy feels.
As I start to catch my breath, I realize the room is still really dark.
“Did the lights go out or did you fuck me so good I went blind?” I ask her.
“Power’s out.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I scramble off of her and start getting dressed. “This was fun and all,” I say, in the understatement of the year, as I pull my jeans up my legs, “but I need your phone right fucking now so that I can find Aubrey.”
“Okay, but it’s Audrey,” she replies as she rolls to her side. Propping her head up on her bent elbow, she watches me dress. “And don’t stand within five feet of me while you’re using it.”
I pull my shirt over my head and ask, “Fine. Where’s your phone?”
“Very close. You won’t believe just how close it is.”
“Just tell me already!” I exclaim as I sit down on the side of the bed to put my soaked socks and shoes back on in the dark.
Slipping her hand under the mattress, she pulls out the thin phone and hands it to me.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I take it and power it on, making the screen brighten up the room. “I don’t know if I can remember War’s number.”
“He’s in my contacts,” she says.
“What now?” I ask. Did she say War’s number is saved in her contacts? Pulling up the list of friends and family, it’s so short that I quickly get to the W’s. I tap on Warren’s name to call him. While it’s ringing at my ear, I ask her, “Why do you have War’s number in your phone?”
“Because he’s my brother.”
I freeze as her words start to sink in slowly.
“Audrey! Are you okay? I’m so damn sorry I couldn’t get down there. You wouldn’t believe the shitstorm we’ve been through,” War says when he answers the phone, thinking I’m her and confirming what I was beginning to fear.
Unable to come up with any words other than oh shit, I thrust the phone into Audrey’s face.
Audrey! She’s fucking Audrey!
“Hi, Warren,” she says sweetly, apparently forgetting her “five foot” rule. “Where are you? Yeah, he did. His phone died and mine has been off.” Audrey looks up at me, her angelic face glowing, thanks to the phone at her ear. “We just got to Raleigh,” she lies, and then has the nerve to wink at me as she digs my grave deeper.
No, no, no. This cannot be happening!
I fucked War’s sister and now she’s lying to him, so I’ll have to lie to him. I’m so damn screwed!
“I don’t think we can make it to Greensboro,” Audrey tells her brother. “In case you haven’t heard, there’s a gas shortage, thanks to everyone draining the stations! Yes, I’m fine. We’ll be fine,” she assures him.
We are not fucking fine.
I’m the furthest thing you can get from fine!
Everything I’ve worked for with the MC is circling the goddamn drain all because I was a horny idiot. Why couldn’t Audrey have been a two-hundred-pound female bodybuilder with golden eyes? If she looked like War in a wig, I never would’ve made this mistake. Instead, she looks nothing at all like him. There’s zero resemblance!
She must have been adopted, that’s all there is to it.
“We need to get off the phone, Warren! Yes, and I love you too,” Audrey says softly into the phone before she holds it up to me, causing her bare tits to jiggle distractingly. I have to clench my fists to keep from lowering a hand to grab one. “He wants to talk to you now.”
F.M.L.
Swallowing hard around the knot in my throat, I un-ball my fist to take the device and try to make my voice steady when I say, “Yes, sir?”
“How bad has she been?” he asks.
So fucking bad, I start to say.
But no, that has to be a trick question.
“Ah, I’m not sure what you mean,” I respond instead, while scratching the back of my head with my free hand.
“Her astraphobia,” War clarifies, as if I have any fucking idea what that word means.
“Her what?” I ask. Hearing this, Audrey grabs a pillow and covers her face with it.
“Audrey has a severe fear of thunderstorms, but she sounded pretty calm. You must have got her inland before the weather got bad.”
Glancing over at the heavy furniture blocking the windows, that, along with the spontaneous seduction, starts to finally make sense. Guess the orgasms I gave her were also calming…
“Maddox? You there?” War asks when I remain lost in my thoughts for too long.
Finally, I’m able to say, “Oh, yeah, Audrey’s fine. I mean, she seems to be doing okay.”
“You’re going to hunker down in Raleigh to wait out the hurricane?” he asks. And since the sexy liar has now backed me into a corner, I have no choice but to go along with the fib.
“Yep. We’ll stay here in Raleigh until it’s safe to go back,” I say. “Everything is completely under control.”
And it will be. Because as soon as I hang up the phone, you can bet your ass that I’ll be dragging his sister downstairs, throwing her in the van, and taking her to fucking Raleigh. “How are things going there?” I ask War to spin the conversation back to him.
“It’s been one helluva day,” War grumbles before lowering his voice. “But that’s a long story for another time. I don’t want Audrey to know how bad it was just yet.”
“Understood,” I reply, knowing it must have been serious if he asked me to come get his sister instead of doing it himself.
“I appreciate you picking Audrey up for me and keeping her safe,” he says.
“No problem,” I tell him, even though I know he’s not finished.
“Do I need to go through the formalities of warning you not to touch my little sister while you’re watching out for her?”
“No, sir, absolutely not,” I respond, squeezing my eyes shut as I recall looking at and touching every amazing inch of her, inside and out.
“Because you know what would happen if you step a toe out of line, don’t you?” he threatens.
“I do,” I agree.
“The beating you would get after I take your cut would make Holden’s beatdown look like a cat fight,” War elaborate
s, reminding me of the day every one of the Savage Kings got to pound their fists into the prospect who turned out to be a rat.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good. Take care and we’ll talk soon,” he says before hanging up on me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snap at Audrey when I toss her phone down next to her. She bats it away so that it hits the floor instead. Before she even has a chance to respond, I’m pacing at the foot of her bed, running my fingers through my hair. “Oh god. I'm so dead. War is going to kill me! How could you do this to me?"
“Are you really mad at me for fucking you so good you thought I made you blind?” she asks. “I didn’t hear any complaints during—”
“I lost my virginity just to use your phone and get this job done!” I exclaim. “And now I’m gonna die because of the one goddamn time I caved and had sex with a woman!”
“Whoa!” Audrey sits up on the edge of the mattress without bothering to cover up any of her nakedness and says, “You were a virgin? Are you joking right now?” Blinking at me when I refuse to say it again, she tells me, “Dude, if you had walked onto this campus any other day when it wasn’t being evacuated, your virginity wouldn’t have lasted five seconds.”
“Oh yeah? You don’t think so?” I ask. “Because there are plenty of club sluts who tried to fuck me, and I turned all of them down.”
“Club sluts?”
“Never mind, forget it,” I grumble. “Just get up and get dressed. As soon as you pack a bag we’re leaving.”
“No, we’re not,” she counters.
“Oh, yes we fucking are!” I shout. “I have to get you to Raleigh now. And you better pray that there’s not a gas shortage or my head is gonna get knocked off by your brother, and it’ll be all your fault!”
“So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t have fucked me if I had told you who I was?” she asks coyly.
“Of course not!” I yell. “Why? Why did you lie?”
“Because I’m not leaving this apartment with you or anyone else!” she shrieks as she gets to her feet and stands a foot away from me…still completely naked.
Do you know how hard it is for a horny twenty-one-year old to argue with a naked woman? It’s nearly impossible, because now I’m thinking about being inside of her again and I have no clue what we were fighting about.
Shutting my eyes helps, even though the image of her tiny curvy body still lingers until I think of carburetors and brake pads. There! Now, what were we arguing about? Oh, right.
“Get some clothes on so we can go!” I tell her.
“Why are you yelling at me with your eyes closed?” she asks.
“Because you’re naked!”
“And I’m going to stay this way. I don’t go out in storms. Ever!”
When my eyes twitch, trying to pop open and get another look at her, I slap my palm over them and say, “If War had showed up to get you, I’m guessing you would’ve been dressed and he would’ve thrown you over his shoulder and carried you out if he needed to.”
“I would’ve convinced him to stay too.”
“How?” I ask.
“I would tell him we should stay because I don’t want us to end up like our mom and dad who died in agony, trapped in their car after they hit a tree.”
Lowering my palm from my face, I ask, “That’s what happened to them?”
“Yes,” she answers, crossing her arms over her bare chest.
“War never said…”
“If they had just stayed home that night instead of going out in that shitty storm, they would still be alive!”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her softly, understanding her fear much more clearly now that I know her past. “We’ll stay here.”
“Really?” she asks, her big chocolate eyes wide and hopeful. The fact that what little natural light there is in the room makes her unshed tears glisten is just the final touch for making me completely cave. “You won’t drag me out into the hurricane?”
“Not if you won’t ever tell your brother that we slept together or that we never made it to Raleigh.”
“Deal,” she agrees. Uncrossing her arms, she holds out her palm to me.
When I accept her handshake, she cheerfully says, “Hi, I’m Audrey. Audrey O’Neil. Warren’s sister,” while our palms are still clasped.
Grinning despite how fucked I am, I tell her, “It’s nice to meet you, Audrey. I’m Maddox and I’m already a huge fan of your…lack of clothing.”
“Why don’t you take yours back off and get comfortable?” she suggests, letting my hand go to take a step forward and get to work undoing my pants again. “It looks like we may be here for a while together without any power. Any ideas for what we can do to entertain ourselves?”
“A few.” When her palm lowers to cup me through the denim, I can’t help but groan with need.
“If you were a virgin, then you have a lot of catching up to do in bed.”
Nodding, I tell her, “That sounds amazing, but I used my only condom earlier…”
“Shit,” Audrey mutters.
“You don’t have any?” I guess, my entire body deflating in disappointment. I mean, yeah, there are some things we could do without rubbers, but I really want to do more of the stuff with them.
“No. But maybe my roommate does.”
When she starts to walk past me toward the door, I put a hand on her arm to stop her. “I’m probably the stupidest man ever to say this, but would you mind putting some clothes on? I’m afraid that if you don’t, I’ll say to hell with protection, throw you down, and fuck you again anyways.”
Audrey reaches for the bottom hem of my T-shirt and then lifts it up and over my head. Before I can blink, she’s putting it on and covering up her luscious body.
“That better?” she asks. I’m not sure which is sexier, her naked or her wearing nothing but my white tee. It’s so transparent, I can see her nipples through it, and short enough that if I turned her around, I’m pretty sure her ass cheeks would be hanging out. Okay, I have to see for myself. Grasping her shoulders, I spin her around and then curse when I find out I was right. Seeing her bare bottom teasing me in such a way makes me want to bend her over the bed and slam inside of her so bad that the room spins before I get control of myself.
So, the good news is that at least when War kills me, I will no longer be an inexperienced virgin.
Chapter Four
Audrey
Maddox and I strike gold in my roommates’ nightstand, specifically a family-size box of gold-foil Magnum condoms. The rest of our first day together passes in a blur, as he and I stretch our imaginations to their sexual limits. Now that he’s popped his cherry, he seems completely addicted, and for my part, I’ve never had such a fine “tool” to work with in the bedroom.
It’s just after sunset when I collapse on Maddox’s chest, completely spent from riding him for the last half hour. As we both struggle to catch our breath, I inhale deeply and crinkle my nose at our acrid smell. “Is that me or you?” I ask him.
“I think it’s both of us.” He laughs, sniffing at my neck. “Smells like sweat, cum, and latex in here.”
“Yuck.” I grimace and stick my tongue out at him. “The water should still run for a while, even with the power out. Let’s see if we can get a quick shower together.”
“Oh shit, the thought of soaping up your tits and taking you in the shower…” Maddox’s naughty thought trails off, but his cock, still wedged deep inside me, gives an agreeable throb as if to finish his sentence.
“Come on, stinky,” I urge him, as I finally dismount and stand by the side of the bed, stretching. I pick up the flashlight I left on the nightstand and lead Maddox down the hall to the bathroom. While I turn on the shower, he throws the condom away in the trash, then comes up behind me to rub himself against my backside.
“This may not go quite the way we wanted,” I say as I pull my hand out of the shower. I flick a handful of cold water on him, giggling as he jerks away fr
om me.
“Holy shit, that’s freezing! There’s no hot water, huh?” he asks as he leans past me to test it himself.
“Doesn’t look like it. Let’s make this quick, then we can towel each other off and have some fun!”
We jump into the shower together, but rather than fighting over who gets to stand under the water, we both struggle to stay out of the freezing spray. We soap up quickly, rinse each other down with a variety of squeals and curses, then jump back out together.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get out of here?” Maddox asks me as he stands on the shower mat, dripping and shivering. “That was awful!”
I’m too cold to even respond, so I throw him a towel and use mine to rub myself down vigorously, trying to restore some feeling in my limbs.
Once I’m mostly dry and recovered, I tell Maddox, “We need some food to warm us up. I think I’ve got some…oh crap, with the power out, I guess our options are kind of limited.”
Wrapping the towel around his lower body, Maddox grabs the flashlight and we head to the small kitchen in my apartment. After digging through the cabinets, Maddox shines the light on his pile of plunder on the counter. “So, it looks like our options are two packs of Pop-Tarts, half a bag of chips, and some SlimFast bars. Why do you have SlimFast bars?” Maddox snorts.
“They’re my roommates, but they’re actually really good,” I reply as I grab one of the chocolate bars from him. “I’ve got all kinds of stuff I could make, once the power comes back on. We can make do with this for now.”
“If you say so,” Maddox says, casting a skeptical eye at our supplies. He starts to dig into the bag of chips, when a loud crashing from outside my apartment startles him so badly he drops the sack.
“Was that thunder?” I gasp. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, which is more terrifying to me than the actual storm outside.
“No,” Maddox whispers. He grabs the flashlight and my hand, then leads me back to my bedroom. “It sounded like a door breaking. I’m going to get dressed and go check it out. You hide out here, okay?”