Chapter Fourteen
Gentry
Before I knew it, I had pulled Krystina from the dance floor and half drug, half carried her from the party and to the truck. I didn’t care if everyone here thought – or rather knew – exactly what we were headed to do.
I loaded up my flapper into the truck and fired it up. If Brittany and I had been leaving, Brittany would have her hands all over me. Kissing my neck and having me swerve all over the road.
But this was Krys. Krys had never been that girl. Safety came first for her in all routes. Vehicles in park, seat belts on while in motion and condoms always.
She was always all complex. A good girl with a touch of spice. Though the distance, however small it was, and the lack of contact put a cool down on the fire that raged on the dance floor. I wanted to reach over and squeeze her hand. Keep the physical contact. Keep the fire. But hand holding? I ain’t eighteen anymore. I didn’t want to give Krystina false hope – not that she would give a damn.
She was quiet. She smiled at me slightly. I was all but drifting when I pulled into the driveway. I slammed it in park and killed the ignition. I was already out of the truck and on Krys’ side as she slid out in her heels and shimmering sleek gold dress.
I threw her against the truck and grabbed her hair in my left hand and wrapped my right around her waist. I kissed her, licked her lips until she opened to me. Our tongues danced forcefully and my dick pressed against the very uncomfortable pants that made up my costume.
“Inside, now,” I murmured between kisses. She pulled away from me and gave me a small laugh.
“Come on,” she grabbed me by the suspender straps and drug me towards the barn.
“I don’t think that the barn is a comfortable as my bed.”
“You need to take a breath Gentry.”
“You haven’t been in my bed,” I laughed.
She grabbed my hand and I followed her. I would probably follow her to North Korea if she asked right now. Or at least my dick would.
I pushed open the door to the barn. “What are we doing here?”
“Taking that breath.”
“Not exactly what I had in mind.”
“This is just a stepping stone for me. I know that – it was forced upon me, upon us. I still don’t know what comes next. But I know I like it here. I haven’t had a chance to get down and do any real ranch work,” her voice made her feel far away.
“And you think a roll in the hay will screw that all up. We are adults now,” I brushed a strand of falling hair from her face.
“I know. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never had, casual…” her voice trailed off leaving me to wonder. I slid my arm around her pulling her close.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
We kissed again and she pushed the coat from my shoulders and the suspender straps down. She was still very ready. It was so easy, to fall into her again. A black hole I would never crawl back out of.
“Gentry,” the moan was soft and the most erotic sound I had heard in a decade.
In a swift moment I had her hair falling down. I kissed her neck and slid my hand down her back and grabbed her ass lifting her up and into me. To many layers of clothes between us.
She undid my pants with one hand and I slid my hand under the dress to feel the teas of the lace that was already soaked through.
She put her hands on my face. My eyes met hers – it was a big mistake.
***
I hated the small quarters that was the back seat of the rust bucket Impala I was driving. In the last few months our relationship had escalated. But Krys still wanted it secrete. Losing my parents home, however crappy I found it, would be hell for her. And with Krystina safety was everything.
She pulled a condom from her purse with one hand as I fumbled with her jeans and my own.
“There is only one way to do this easily,” she moaned as I ripped her thong from her skin. She tried to turn her body away from me to give me her ass.
“Not like this,” I growled rolling her back over and in turn getting a cramp in my thigh.
“Thought all guys liked it doggy style?”
“I am sure I would love to take you from behind someday,” I ripped my own pants down followed by my boxers. “This has only happened a few times between us.”
“And by this you mean sex?”
“Yes sex. Sneaking around sucks.”
“Happy fifth time.”
“Oh it’s going to be happy.” I bent my head to her tits taking one in my mouth. “Until this is a regular occurrence I will have you in a position where I can kiss you. Where I can look in your eyes as you explode on me.”
“I love you Gentry.”
“I am in love with you Krystina. Always, no matter what.”
***
Apparently, ten years hadn’t made some memories fade far enough. This was still happening though.
I spun Krys around and bent her over a stock of hay bales shoving her dress up to her tits and my pants to the ground. I grabbed my dick, he was more than ready to go.
I ripped into her bareback. It felt good. Too good. Like going home.
I thrust in and out. As fast and as hard as possible. This – even in what had been a perfect moment that I was ruining – it felt to amazing.
I put my hand on her shoulder blade pushing her down harder into the hay bales and slammed into her with all the force I had.
I felt her quiver around my dick. I smiled – even in a rough heartless fuck I could make her cum. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear between slams of my dick into her cunt. “My heart forgot you. My dick didn’t. I still hate you.”
It built up in me. Fuck. I pulled out as she half moaned half sobbed. I exploded on her back and as my wave of pleasure washed over me, instant guilt followed but I pushed it aside.
I degraded her. I hated her – that wasn’t a lie. She killed so much in my so long ago that had never rejuvenated.
But I still couldn’t believe how cruel I had been or how little I cared. I pulled my pants up. She would be covered in scratches from the hay and she pulled her dress down sobbing.
I walked out of the barn leaving her to her own misery.