The Rest of Forever

by Kitty Berry

  “Jesus, Callan, that was…”

  I don’t let her finish that sentence. My dick wants inside of her and it needs to be there now. I crave a position that will give me complete and easy access to every entrance of her body.

  Jordan and I have had anal sex numerous times. She enjoys it immensely, so we engaged in the act at least once a week throughout our relationship, sometimes more. But it’s been awhile, and she’ll need me to take special care so as not to make it uncomfortable for her. I’m not sure I have the restraint I know I need to show her.

  “Relax as much as you can for me,” I instruct. “I’ll start with my fingers first until you’re accustomed to the pressure there again. This angle creates intense penetration,” I warn. “You good?”

  “Yes,” Jordan sighs, her muscles loose and languid. “I need you inside me.”

  “I know, baby. I need that, too. More than I can ever explain.”

  I needed to be inside her for more than the physical pleasure it would bring me. I needed to be in her body, to feel reconnected with her, whole again.

  But with me now sitting on the edge of the bed and Jordan positioned on my lap, her back to my front, with the tops of her luscious thighs pressed against mine and her legs stretching behind my back, I push her forward until she places both palms on the floor. “You still good?” I check in as my finger rims her anus. I don’t push in. Instead, I remove my finger then slide it into her wet pussy to collect her arousal for lubrication.

  “Yes, but I need you to…”

  That’s when I let my finger slip past her tight ring and into her darkest of pleasure areas. My girl is naughty, and Santa is going to make sure she knows it. “You’re on Santa’s naughty list now,” I tease and Jordan chuckles.

  “Pretty sure I’ve been on that list since the first time we had sex.”

  I smile, proud of myself for that first time. Jordan had been insatiable, sucking my cock and swallowing even though we hardly knew one another, and she had never swallowed before. She’d admitted to sucking other guy’s dicks, which, even then, had pissed me off. But she’d never let them come in her mouth. The one guy that hadn’t pulled out in time, had his ejaculation spit back on his stomach. But with me, she drank it down with a purr, licked her lips, and asked when she could have more. Then she’d let me fuck her every way known to man, more than once, and hadn’t just sat back and taken it either. No, she’d begged for it and been more than an active participant, she’d been the one to ask if I’d ever done anal before and if I’d show her the dark pleasures of it. Of course, I obliged.

  Now I insert my well-lubricated finger into her ass while my cock finally enters her sweet, hot pussy from behind. It takes all of my resolve not to come upon entry and pull my finger out as I thrust my cock back in, then thrust my finger in while I pull my cock out.

  I manage to find and maintain a pace that Jordan seems to need for her third orgasm, and I have all I can do not to ruin it for her and come before her.

  “You’re incredible,” she states on a moan and the compliment helps my resolve.

  I continue fucking into her until the brink of orgasm, hers and mine. Then she says the words that are music to my ears because I’m starting to sweat in my efforts to hold back my climax, I’m starting to shake as my balls tighten to my body and my cock throbs. “Callan, I missed you, missed this. I’m coming again.”

  And so was I.

  I fill her. Spurt after spurt, my cock feels as if it’ll never stop. By the time I finally calm, I’m a sweaty mess and incoherently moaning my pleasure and praise for Jordan. “Tight…wet…coming…love you. Missed you, too. Oh, my God…so fucking good.”

  The room goes silent at my admittance of love, but I feel her lips pull into a satisfied smile when I pull her to my chest. Within moments, a contented sigh escapes her then she falls asleep. Surprisingly, I do as well.

  Now, let me ask you, other than the North Pole, can you think of anywhere you’d rather spend Christmastime than a place dedicated to cherishing the values of the holiday spirit?

  Jordan and I did.

  Our bed.

  And that is where we stay for the next day and a half, we never leave it until now. We canceled on Jessica and Nicholas for dinner our first night with an excuse of being tired from our drive and a promise to reschedule before we leave. We never made it to Santa’s Village or the Jingle Bell Chocolate Tour. We missed the sleigh ride through the snow and even the train ride on Christmas Eve. But now we’re forced to leave our bubble and seek out the others because while we were holed up under the sheets for days, we’d been hit with the biggest nor’easter storm in a decade and the power has gone out.

  It was like that time at the B and B, when we lost power and the heat was out. Thankfully, I’ve learned from Elliot’s mistake and I’ll make sure my dick doesn’t go limp then twitch at the sound of another woman’s laughter. It’s a long story, but he and Courtney survived it as I hope Jordan and I are going to survive our blip.

  Not really wanting to leave our cocoon, I try to talk her into staying. “We smell like sex and can’t shower without hot water. Let’s stay here. The best way to produce body heat is under the blankets, the two of us together…naked. I say that’s our best chance of survival and as you know, I’m an expert on many topics.”

  Jordan laughs. “You’re an expert on getting laid. Let’s go see what’s happening. I’m starving, maybe they have something for breakfast.”

  “Cold cereal?” I gag. I’ve never been a fan of mushy cereal floating around in a bowl of cold cow’s milk.

  “I’m sure you can find a piece of fruit.”

  “I know what I want for breakfast and it’s right here between your legs,” I say as I reach for her, but Jordan can be quick when she wants to be, and she scurries away.

  I’m forced to put clothes on and follow her to the main house.

  The trip feels like a hike in the cold and snow, but the path has been shoveled clear and it isn’t far. We see two men a small distance ahead of us and hear one of them saying, “I still say we’d have been better off staying in bed together…naked.”

  I send Jordan a look because I wholeheartedly agree with the man. Then I see a weird expression cross Jordan’s features as she quirks her head to the side to study the men’s figures. “Oh, my God! Callan, listen,” she says tugging on my arm and turning to head back to our room. “You were right, I should have listened to you because you do know so much about so many things. We’ll be better in our bed. Come on, I’ll give you another blow job.”

  I stop and plant my feet so she’s unable to budge me as I try to understand why the man’s voice sounds familiar to me.

  “Brandon Martinez,” the voice scolds. “Don’t you go back to focusing on just sex. I thought this trip was supposed to be about us, not just our dicks.”

  And then it hits me, and I want to flip Jordan back over my knee and spank her ass again.

  “You went on a date with Brandon this summer? I recall you telling your sisters all about it while I was in earshot.”

  “Callan, don’t be ridiculous. I have no idea what you think you overheard, but what I said was that we went out as friends to get ice cream…”

  I stop her when I yank her body into mine, our fronts now plastered together. A puff of my breath fogs the air between us. “No, what you said was, and I quote, ‘Brandon wanted to eat our ice cream in the backseat so he could lick his from my nipples.’

  At my voice, the two men turn to face us and know that they’re caught.

  “Sorry,” Nick mouths to my girl and I slap her jean clad ass.

  “Ow!”

  “Oh, there’s much more where that came from. I think I agree with you, I was right, let’s go back to the room…”

  “No. We can’t be rude,” she stalls. “Hey guys! Oh, my God, what are you doing here?”

  We make our way into the main house together while Brandon and Nick apologize to me for fooling me into thinking they had
amorous feelings for Jordan all summer. They assume because we’re here together that we must have worked out all the kinks in our relationship. They’re wrong, but I can assure you I’ll be working out a kink of mine the minute I get Jordan’s ass back to the room.

  The four of us find Jessica in the main lobby rushing about while Nicholas bellows from the kitchen that the options are limited.

  “Come.” Jessica hustles us. “I’ll figure something out for you to eat.”

  “No cereal for me,” I state.

  Jordan rolls her eyes in Brandon and Nick’s direction, and I tick that one off on her growing list of offenses.

  “So, Jordan mentioned that you wanted to lick your ice cream from her nipples, so are you bi or…”

  “Callan!” Jordan scolds. “I can’t believe…”

  Brandon laughs. “Nope, totally gay. Never had a set of nipples attached to a woman’s breasts anywhere near my tongue. Jordan asked me to play along to make you jealous.” He shrugs. “I’m a romantic, what can I say? But it seems to have worked. I’m glad you’re back together.”

  Jordan growls when I tug her chair closer to mine and wrap my arm around the back.

  “Hmm, so now you’ve got me to wondering about those chicken fights and late nights by the fire. Are Christopher and Michael gay too?”

  “No,” Nick says. “Those two would have had Jordan on her back in the pool house had she’d agreed, but she turned them down because she said…”

  “Oh, look!” Jordan exclaims and cuts Nick off. “Food. I’m starving. Let’s eat in silence, it helps with digestion.”

  “No, it doesn’t, that’s not a thing, Jordan. So you said what?”

  Nick smiles and finishes his sentence. “She said she was still in love with you.”

  A smile covers my face. “Is that right?”

  Jordan rolls her eyes again.

  “Did she mention anything about a guy named Tony?”

  The couple break out in tears of laughter as they each choke on a spoonful of cereal from the bowls Jessica laid out in front of everyone but me. She gave me a waffle that appears to have been cooked on the outdoor grill by the markings. It isn’t half bad once you add butter and syrup.

  “Tony?” Nick asks. “You mean the stripper with the IQ lower than Beast’s?”

  I growl. “That’s the one. Jordan took him to Elliot and Courtney’s wedding.”

  The duo look Jordan’s way and she gives up and motions with her arm for them to continue sharing her secrets. “By all means.” She scoffs. “You two are enjoying yourselves, don’t stop now.”

  Brandon smiles. “Tony is an idiot. She wasn’t dating him. She needed him for a case study she has for school.”

  “That fucking notebook,” I say with a slap of my hand on the table.

  “Yup, that’s what’s in that notebook. Notes on what an idiot Tony is,” Jordan says with a pointed glare at the two men holding hands across from us. “Brandon and Nick are gay, and I lied about them to get you jealous. Michael and Christopher would have hooked up with me, but I wasn’t over you. Now you’re all caught up and I’m done so let’s go back to our room so you can spank me.” Jordan gets that all out in one breath, which makes me question what else she’s hiding.

  I furrow my brows at her, but when she stands and offers me her hand, I reach for her coat and zip her inside. It reminds me of when I was younger and my mother would be forced to wrangle me into a snowsuit because I wanted to go outside as per my scheduled activities, but in the winter, there’d be snow, so I’d need the protection from the elements.

  I bundle myself up, still hating the way it feels to have a coat zipped to my neck and constricting my movements. Pushing my desire to scream and pull at the neckline of my jacket, I shake hands with the two men before we head back out into the cold and snow.

  As we approach our room, I say, “I want to spank you for lying to me. I don’t know when you’ll learn that I don’t like that.”

  “That was different,” she states referring to what I just had. The first time Jordan lied to me; it was a lie of omission. She’d been stalked and attacked when exiting a bar one night and hid the ordeal from me. I only found out because, ironically, her savior had been Elliot. He’d been there because, also ironically, Jordan’s would be rapist had been Courtney’s first stepdad’s friend. “Uncle Jim” as Courtney and Bridget had called him, had inappropriately touched and fondled Courtney when she was a young pre-teen. Elliot found and dealt with him, saving my girl from her foolish decision to leave a bar alone at night.

  “We should talk.” I let out a deep sigh. “About my desire to light your ass up and our relationship. I’m sorry, and I want to make things work between us.”

  Jordan shrugs, uncommittedly. “You’ve already explained and apologized. What more is there to say.”

  There was a lot to say. I need her to say the three words I spoke to her. I need her to tell me we’re back to normal and that everything is going to be okay. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t say anything.

  Instead, Jordan takes her coat and then the rest of her clothes off before climbing right back into the spot she’d just vacated then holds open the covers in an invitation for me to join her.

  I strip out of my clothes and spoon behind her, my front with my hard-on pressing into the crease of her ass, against her back. She reaches around her body to palm my sac before stroking my cock, her thumb rimming the head and forcing my eyes to roll from the sensation.

  “I don’t hate when you spank me,” she admits. “You deserved what I did to you, but I guess I also deserve to be punished for what I did in return.”

  “No,” I state.

  “No? What do you mean, no? I don’t deserve it, or no, you won’t spank me?”

  “No, I won’t spank you. It’s always been something that I felt was causing a wedge between us because you didn’t like to think about me with the women I played around with. I get that now, and I respect you too much to do something that you’re not completely comfortable with. That part of me is in my past, I needed it before I knew what feelings were. Now that I’ve had sex with you and it involves love, I don’t need or want that anymore.”

  “Callan…I don’t know that I can just go back to the way things were. You fucked up and it hurt me and now I have this thing for…”

  “Shh,” I silence her with a whisper into her ear. “Let’s just enjoy our time here then see where it takes us when we get back to Falls Village.”

  “How long are you staying there?”

  “For as long as you do.”

  “About that…”

  I sit up and take her with me with a demand, “What?” I bark the question. “What now?”

  “I’m finished with my independent study in a few weeks, then I graduate in May. I’ve applied to grad school.”

  “I assumed that. Where?”

  “Harvard. Callan, I’m not going back to New York other than to get my diploma in May.”

  Chapter Ten

  “I always wonder if anyone lives way up there,” Jordan ponders as we hit the edge of Falls Village and the castle perched high on a cliff comes into sight before anything else. It’s a scene straight out of a little girl’s fairy-tale. By the gooey-eyed look of my girl, I’m guessing it’s also the image hot, steamy romances are made of as well. “Do you think the owner is a recluse or someone we see in town but don’t know? Maybe he walks around, some royal figure among the common folk, all hot and brooding and hiding some secret that only the love from the right woman can make better and we…”

  “Jordan.” I pause her rant and halt her line of thinking. “Why do you assume if there’s someone living up there that it’s a man? And by your account, a rich, young, eligible one?”

  “Oh! My! God! I knew it! That’s where you’re hiding Teyler Walker, isn’t it?”

  “What?” I laugh over her starstruck voice about a man old enough to be her father. “No. Tey is staying with me until he finds…”


  “Holy fuck! Are you shitting me?”

  “No. I told him we’d be away for a few days and he jumped on the chance to be close to Spill the Tea.”

  Her eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, and my hand goes to her thigh and gently squeezes. “Don’t say a word and no getting involved. He came here for peace and quiet and it’s my job to be sure that happens. I wouldn’t want to need to,” I lower my voice into my Dom cadence, “restrain you.”

  Jordan and I worked out my desire to dominate her in bed and her enjoyment of it. She accepts me how I am, and I’ve shown her the dark pleasures her body thrives on.

  Jordan’s eyes dilate immediately at the thought. “I like when you restrain me.” She purrs as her hand finds and begins to creep up my leg.

  I push it away from my already hardening cock and warn her that she needs to be careful when playing with fire. “I told Teyler that he might need to find a place to stay once I got back.”

  Jordan pulls in a deep breath. “Callan, I’m fine at the B and B. I think we should take this slow, not jump right back into…”

  “Courtney and Elliot want you out,” I blurt without considering her feelings and instantly regret it when her face falls. “They won’t say anything, but I think they need the money from your room,” I explain to ease the blow of my comment.

  “Oh.” She looks taken aback because it’s a lie. Elliot and Courtney don’t need the monthly fee on one room to survive. “I didn’t realize.”

  “It’s fine. I offered them money, and they turned me down, but…I’ll stay with you there until we find a better place than mine,” I suggest. “Then Tey can rent my place and be nearby Colleen. That’d really work her up, and maybe that castle is for sale and I can be your knight in shining armor while you’re my princess.”

  “You really can be romantic when you try, Callan.”

  “I’m not joking. If you want that castle, let’s see if it’s for sale. Everyone has their price, you never know.”