Vinter put the syrup away and loaded the dishwasher. Rain continued to fall as he stared out the kitchen window. The area needed it, but it was screwing with his plans to fuck Elise outside in the yard, on the back deck, on the hood of the car. Not that they couldn’t play in the rain …
He’d make sure to remind her that they could take a shower.
He switched off the kitchen light and went back to the bedroom where he found her asleep in the middle of his bed. He’d made love to her before they’d gotten up off the floor earlier. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her, didn’t want to keep his hands off her. He wanted to continue touching her, everywhere, all the time, every second, every minute.
Sprawled naked on her back, the sheet down around her hips, her nipples perked up in the cool air of the room. He opened the two windows framing the bed and took in a deep breath. He loved the smell of rain on the air. It was invigorating to him as though the old were being washed away.
He did his best not to disturb her when he lay down. She didn’t move, didn’t budge. She was out and he was glad. They'd been fucking all day and for someone unused to it, exhaustion wasn't a bad thing.
He was a little tired himself, but he didn’t want to miss a second of their time together. He didn’t know how long he could keep her, how long she’d stay before telling him that she needed to go. He was dreading that conversation. He’d like to continue fucking her. He’d like to take her out, learn everything he could about her. So far, they seemed to have matching sex drives and he’d love to know what else they had in common. He’d be okay if they didn’t have anything else in common beyond sex. He could adapt or not, but wanted the chance to find out.
She turned toward him in sleep and stretched out an arm. Her hand connected with his chest and her fingers took hold of one of his nipple rings. A small smile tilted her lips up, but she remained asleep. He still wanted to see her nipples with a matching set of rings. He’d like to see her with a couple of tattoos as well. She had pale skin and the ink would stand out bright and bold on her. The fact that she spent time tracing some of his before she fell asleep clued him in on how attracted she was to him. He loved that. Some women got off on all his art, some women got all turned-off with it. Elise, though, was in the former category of women.
Her tongue, feather light as she outlined the winding snake around his hips made him groan, moan, and writhe. She gave his tat as much attention as she’d given his cock. He wanted more of that attention, too. He wanted all her attention. In bed. And out.
She let go of his ring and her hand slipped down to the mattress. With a tentative touch, he lowered his palm to her hip, pushing at the sheet, and exposing more of her.
He wanted back between the lips of her perfect and always-wet cunt.
He wanted to touch the perfect, creamy tightness made for his cock. His piercings rubbed at her, teased her, heightened their desire. The ring through the head flirted with that soft spot inside her and she tensed each time he pressed deep from behind. He could go all the way in and when he started to pull out, she’d back herself into him, not letting him escape.
And her ass? He wanted to fuck the hell out of her ass. He hadn’t had anal sex since he’d gotten his cock pierced, but he wanted to feel it. He wanted to feel the incredible, undeniable tightness close around him. He wanted to see her hole stretch, hear her moan with lust and need, see his metal disappear.
His hand rubbed up and down her hip and around to her ass cheeks. She was soft, so very soft against his work-roughened hands, but she didn’t seem to mind. He shifted closer to her and reached down between her thighs. She moved a little and spread her legs. An invitation in her sleep. Excellent.
He caressed her again — her hips, to her ass, down the crease between the cheeks of her bottom, and finally, her pussy. It dripped hot, creamy. Each pass he made of the same path, he touched her deeper until he thumbed her clit and sank fingers inside her. She moaned, opened her eyes, and lifted her hips.
“Like that?” His voice was a strangled whisper.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
Her eyes dilated as her need took over. She spread her knees and moved until she could rest her upper body on her elbows. He stroked her from clit to cunt, up to her asshole. Her moans turned into groans until all she could do was whimper and grunt each time he stroked her.
Her juices slid down his wrists from his soaked fingers. She was glorious and oh so responsive. All he wanted was to drown himself in her body.
Getting up on his knees behind her, he pressed into her. She would be raw by the time he had to take her back to the bar, but then, his cock would be too. He didn’t care though. It was worth it. She was worth it.
She gasped as he filled her and pushed back, seeking more. And he gave it to her. Whatever her body wanted, whatever her body asked for, he gave. He kept up the strokes as he fucked her slow and sure, feeling her walls contract and give way. The skin around the bars on his cock was ultra-sensitive, pulled taut with his arousal.
He used his other hand to rub her back and she relaxed deeper into the bed. Her hips lifted higher, forcing his cock down at an angle. His ring rasped over her G-spot and her back bowed, and a long, low moan filled the room.
“That’s my girl. Don’t hold anything back. I want it all.”
With his finger good and coated with her cream, he moved to her ass and rimmed the small hole with it. She pushed against the digit and sucked the edge inside. He added pressure and she pushed out again, taking more. It was a slow process, until finally his finger was all the way in. The small ring of muscle spasmed around the base of his finger and he pulled out, slow and gentle. She tried to clench, tighten so he couldn’t. She even gasped out a no, but once she realized he wasn’t going to stop and that he’d fuck both her holes, she gave in. When his cock slid in, his finger pulled out. The invasions alternated until she was well and truly double-fucked. He was able to slow long enough to work a second finger inside her ass, her juices allowing for less painful passage.
The fingers scissored side to side and then he turned his hand, and his fingers spread up and down. She was so incredible and so fucking tight. He wasn’t sure his dick would ever fit in her ass, but he wouldn’t give up trying once he got the chance.
Seeing two of her holes filled with him did funny things to his insides. Her curves beckoned his touch. Her mouth begged for his cock to fill it. Her eyes pleaded with him to get lost in them. She was strong and fragile, sex kitten and innocent. She was a contradiction and a growing addiction.
Amid their grunts and groans and incoherent words, her cell phone rang. He never stopped moving inside her, never let up. When she didn’t answer by the fifth ring, it stopped, only to start up again. “It’s okay. Get it.”
“No. Ignore it.”
Again, after the fifth ring it went silent for a few seconds before it started again. She did reach for it this time and he admired the smooth line of her body. She might be a heavier girl, but she was all grace and flexibility.
“Who is it?”
She sighed. He knew the answer before she spoke. “It’s him.”
Second ring. “Answer it.”
“I don’t want to.”
Third ring. “Go on or give it to me and I’ll answer.”
“Vinter …”
Fourth ring. He slipped his cock and fingers out until the ring and the ends of his fingers remained inside. “Answer or you won’t get my dick back.”
“Meanie.” She swiped right on the screen. “Hello?”
Vinter shoved his fingers into her hard enough that she yelped. He grinned.
“What? Oh yes, I’m busy.”
She sure as hell was. He finger-fucked her ass.
“None of your business.”
Her voice sounded strange even to his ears, as though constricted
“I haven’t been home since yesterday afternoon. I’ve been out with a … friend.”
Friend indeed. Vinter wanted to be so much more than her friend. There were times she looked at him, watched him, that he got the impression she wanted to be more than his friend, too. He pulled his fingers back until the very tips breached her hole, then shoved his cock deep inside her sex. She gasped, the word yes, a hiss of pleasure.
“I … I told you I’m … busy.”
As he slid out, she dropped her hips. When he slid back in, she lifted them, her cunt swallowing him whole. They did this a few times while she listened to the man on the other end of the phone. Vinter could hear his voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. He wasn’t sure Elise knew what he was saying either.
“You want to know what I’m doing? It’s none of your business anymore. You broke up with me, remember? And let’s not forget the part about you going back to your wife.”
Vinter picked up the pace, fucked her hard and fucked her deep. He wanted her to come while her ex was on the line. He wanted the man to know that he could never have her back, no matter how much he begged and pleaded and apologized. Vinter wanted to ruin her for anyone else.
“I’m having sex. Or … Rather I'm fucking. Happy?”
Vinter grinned.
“What do you mean that doesn’t sound like something I’d say? I met him last night at a bar, too. Does that sound like me?”
He wanted to fuck her in the bar, too, and he punctuated the thought with a balls-deep thrust.
“Oh god, yes,” she groaned. Then, “No, not you. Yes, he’s fucking me right now. He’s … he’s been fucking me all day. Mmmm. At his place. Uh-huh.”
He started fucking her in earnest. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting. Fingers and cock.
“Hold on.”
She put the phone on the pillow next to her head and reached under herself to rub at her clit. She screwed her ass into him and drove them both toward hard climaxes. The sounds she made had to let the man on the phone know she was enjoying herself. She was giving it her all. She was giving herself what she needed and in turn was giving Vinter what he needed.
“More, God, more, Vin. Please. I need …”
“I know, doll.” He held on to her hip with the hand that wasn’t buried in her ass, and stroked his ring over that spot inside her, driving her closer, closer, closer still until she flew off the edge.
She screamed out her release and her ass damn near broke his fingers off. She fucked herself on his cock and fingers, prolonging the orgasm, pulling his seed from his balls.
He shouted and shuddered and spilled inside her. Her name was a litany on his lips and he leaned down on her back, nuzzling her neck. After she pulled her hand from between her legs … And after sufficiently and loudly sucking her fingers clean, she picked her phone up again.
“Sorry about that. This man makes me come so hard.”
Vinter could hear the other man shouting, calling her names, being utterly unpleasant. Elise sighed under him and gave a playful wiggle.
“I’m not sorry. If I hadn’t wasted time on you, I wouldn’t have been in the bar. If I hadn’t been in the bar, thinking I needed a different life, I wouldn’t have met him. If I hadn’t met him, I wouldn't be in his bed getting the life fucked out of me.”
Vinter flexed his cock inside her, then pulled out and rolled off her. He tugged at her hair and she looked at him with laughter bright in her eyes and a relaxed smile on her lips. He pointed to his cock, then pointed to her mouth. She eagerly nodded.
“Hey, I’ve gotta go. I wouldn’t call back if I were you, either. You might get another earful.”
She disconnected the call and tossed the phone to the mattress, before getting on her knees at his side. She dropped her head to his lap and sucked at their come again.
Vinter laid a hand on top of her head and smoothed her hair away from her face so he could watch her. It was a few minutes before she noticed and she lifted her head. The smile was still there, sated and happy. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“For everything. And for the phone call. I’ve never done something like that before, never been that … rude. I’ve never done a lot of what I’ve done with you today. I’m learning a lot about myself.”
“You’re welcome.” He traced a finger down the side of her face. “I take it he won’t be calling you again.”
She laughed. “No, he won’t be. Called me a slut.”
“Nothing wrong with that.” Vinter grinned and pulled her up his body. “I prefer a woman in my bed who loves sex as much as I do. And if that makes you a slut, well then …”
“Mmmm. Good. I was kinda hoping …”
He was kinda hoping, too. “Hoping what?” he prompted. He was going to make her say it. They both needed her to say it.
“That you’d want me in your bed more.”
A blush stole across her cheeks and it warmed him. Hell yes, he wanted her in his bed as often as he could have her there. “Yes, and no.”
Her smile faltered and her eyes dimmed. “What do you mean?”
Talk about out of someone’s league. Christ. She was out of his. She was suburbs and shopping malls and he was bars and tattoo parlors. She was rare bottles of wine and he was beer from the grocery store aisle. His nerves kicked in, but he ignored them. He’d never shied away from anything he wanted, women included, and he wasn’t about to start now. This woman was worth the risk. He knew that as sure as he knew his own name. She’d taken a chance with him by telling her ex off while she lay naked and spread in Vinter’s bed. He’d known what kind of reaction the jerk would have and Elise had been brave during it all.
Yes, she was worth a few nerves, but she didn’t have to know about them. His hands gripped her ass and pulled her on top of him, their juices dripping down his cleaned cock. He guessed she’d have to do it all over again. “I want you in my bed and on the couch again. I want you on the counters in the kitchen and the shower in the bathroom. I want you outside in the yard and on the porch, too, and on the hood of my car. I wanna fuck the hell out of you. But …”
“But what?”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “But, I wanna date you, too.”
Her brow crinkled and she tilted her head to the side. “Date me? You do? Even though I’m only a day out of a relationship?”
“Yes. Especially because of that. You’re learning about yourself and I want to be with you while you do. I want to show you how much better I am for you than the stuffed suits you’re used to being with. I wanna take you to dinner, get to know you, take you to the park, to concerts. You know, date you. I want to show you fun of all kinds. You’ve let me bring some of your sexuality out, let me bring out other parts of you, too.”
The smile came back, filling her eyes. He loved that. “And does all this include you taking me get my nipples pierced still?”
Mmmm. Oh hell. “Yes. A little clit ring, too, if you want.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a little “O”, but there was a spark of interest in her gaze. “A clit ring?”
“Yep. It would look so pretty.” She spread her legs over his hips and slid nice and easy along his cock. The idea turned his little minx on. “Might even get you a tattoo.”
“Oh God,” she groaned, pressing her clit down on the head of his once-again hard cock.
She wanted to get wild, try different things, see different sides of herself. He didn’t know what had repressed her passion, but damn, he would be along for the ride of her reawakening. She was strong. But she could use a man strong enough to let her explore. One who would keep her safe if she got into something she didn’t like. A man confident enough in himself, who wouldn’t feel threatened by her blossoming. He was that man.
She stopped moving on him and leaned up to give his lips a soft kiss. “I want to be this person, the one I’ve been with you today. She’s always been inside me, but I lost her somewhere along the way. I like this woman you’ve brought out in me. I like the freedom I have to touch you. I like feeling free enough to ask for what I want, what I need. I haven’t had that in a long time.
“And …” She struggled with her words, but he was patient. He let her have all the time in the world to figure out what she needed to say.
“I want to date you. I want you to show me your world. I want to see you and learn about you and lose myself in the color of your life. I’m tired of only seeing black and white and shades of gray.”
“I’m all yours, baby.”
“But what about at the end of these dates? What do we do then?”
“At the end of them, I bring you back here, or take you to your place, and screw your brains out.” He slid his fingers into her hair and tugged a little. “I’ll tuck you into bed afterward, hold you close to me, and then wake you up in the middle of the night and screw you again.”
She grinned and writhed on top of him. “Okay. Ask me out. I might say yes.”