Authors: Aven Jayce
“And supporting yourself, too,” I laugh.
He follows me back to my bedroom, getting
his ass smacked along the way.
I drop my robe and notice him looking
away so I can have privacy, even though he just saw my tits fifteen minutes
ago.
“Shy all of a sudden?” I smile.
“You have no idea how often you’re on my
mind, and now when I see you in person... Jesus. I’d give anything to fuck you
right now. Who wouldn’t? And do you have any idea how good you are on top when
you’re in my dreams? You’re my go-to girl.” he grins. “Unfortunately we need to
get a move on as soon as possible. I’m a little behind since my guy cancelled
at the last minute, and I shouldn’t be thinking with my dick.”
“Fair enough. I’ll bring ‘em back out on
the way to catering.”
“Div, please don’t. I don’t want to be
stiff for this couple’s fiftieth wedding anniversary.”
We laugh as I finish getting dressed and
dab my wrists with perfume, get my wallet, cell, and keys, tossing them
hurriedly into a small purse before heading outside into a light rain; another
cold spring rain.
The weather on the East Coast can change
rather quickly this time of the year. From sunny, sixty degree-days to heavy
rains with temperatures in the forties. It’s taken a dip this evening and I
wish I had brought a jacket along.
“There’s a blazer behind the seat,” Dan says
as he notices my arms crossed and my hands rubbing my forearms to keep warm. I
slide into a Kellers’ company blazer that’s far too big for me, but at least
warm, and place my hand on his leg while we pull into the parking lot of the
local high school. Dan does his usual gentlemen thing of opening my door and
helping me out.
“It’s here?” I ask.
“Yeah. We cater to everyone, not just the
rich up in snob city. This is a big family and these people have a lot of
friends, so the gym’s a great place for their party. Big dance floor, balls out
for the kids to shoot hoops, and decent speakers. You sure you’re okay doing
this?”
“If you’re here, yep. I wouldn’t want to
be anywhere else.”
He blushes. Ha! I thought I was the only
one with rosy cheeks this evening.
“Fuck, I can’t take this anymore.” He
rushes my lips with a heavy breath and puts his hands on my ass. Uh, I love it.
A dirty kiss with lots of tongue and a moan. Mmm. And he doesn’t stop, even
when another Kellers’ catering van pulls next to us with two employees. They
beep and we keep sucking face. Then they get out and whistle, but we keep
making out while they take trays from the van and walk inside. It’s drizzling,
my hair’s wet, Dan’s erect, and neither of us give a shit. I want this man,
now.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he whispers
and repositions his dick. “Fuck, I hope that goes down soon.” He looks at his
pants and shakes his head. “Damn it. Does it show?”
“Umm, I think so,” I grin. Yeah, it
definitely shows. “Can you wear an apron like your dad had on that one night?”
“Yeah, I don’t have a choice.” He gives
me one more kiss; a quick one, and then shakes his head. “It was worth it. And
I don’t care if the employees think I’m whipped. I’m lucky to be with a woman
who’s beautiful both inside and out, and if I want to give a passionate kiss to
her in a high school parking lot, I’m gonna do it. So, you ready?”
I nod, still dazed by his fiery
performance.
Dan gives me the details of my
responsibilities for the evening while we’re carrying trays of food inside. As
he puts it, I have the most important role of anyone.
I’m the water woman for the night -
making sure the glasses stay full. And I find out quickly that people drink
a lot
at these celebrations, especially
one mean-spirited nine-year-old girl. You’d think a child would be a peaceful
and loving soul. Nope. Not this little beast. She tosses her water in the air
then pours it over her plate of food. She cries that her dress is
uncomfortable, doesn’t like this thing or that thing, and calls her grandparents
a-holes.
And I’m glad I came, because now I know
I’m not ready to have a kid. Not yet.
I keep an eye on Dan. He’s hiding his
fatigue, staying in total control throughout the evening while overseeing the
employees and lending a hand when necessary. At ten o’clock, after four hours
of work, he tells the crew to start packing up. It went by so quickly,
considering all I could think about was sex. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t be
daydreaming for hours about screwing after our dry hump in the parking lot. I
can’t wait to be naked and sweaty with him.
Dan gives his employees instructions for
clean up, sets a tray down, takes my hand, and pulls me outside into the rain.
We end up behind the catering van for another
holy fuck
kiss. Long, hard, and deep, with the rain dusting our
bodies.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he
says, placing my hand over his erection as our faces drip in the rain. “Ten
days is a long time to go without fucking the woman I’m crazy about, especially
considering we’ve only had one intimate night together. Let’s get the hell out
of here so you can show me your tits.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
M
y hand glides over his pants and I grip
his dick, hard.
“Don’t,” he moans. “I’ll fuck you right
here, in the back of this van if you don’t stop.”
I look into his eyes and dare him.
Our kisses become heavier and our
breathing turns into the sounds of a stormy wind.
He pulls the back doors open and we both
laugh realizing that the van’s full of empty trays, linens, and a bunch of crap
- no room for two excited lovers who can’t keep their hands off one another.
“Get in the front of the van,” he demands
and races to the driver’s side.
I feel young and alive, ready to fuck
this man. And I
will
be on top this
time, like his fantasy from earlier.
“Careful, hurry up, go slow, are we there
yet?”
“Are you talking about my driving or are
those instructions for how you want to be fucked?” he laughs.
He watches out of the corner of his eye
as I slip out of my underwear and place it in my purse. Next, I slide my bra
out from under my shirt, which takes a bit of talent and is something that
makes Dan’s eyes wander once more.
“Eyes on the road.”
He distracts himself by rubbing a finger
across his lips. “Easy for you to say.”
We kiss at every red light and stop sign,
until we approach our neighborhood and all hell breaks lose.
Whoa,
hold on.
I unbutton his shirt and rake his chest.
He exhales the word, “fuck.”
I say, “Yes please, fuck me.”
He parks.
We stare.
He says, “You’re going to make me cum
before I even get inside. Stop.”
But I don’t.
I unbutton my wet blouse in an erotic
snake-like dance and open it wide for his lusting eyes.
“Get the fuck in my house. Now,” he
commands.
We jump out of the van and run hurriedly
through the rain and into his home.
Door locked. Check
Dick erect. Check.
Marvin Gaye’s song,
Lets Get It On,
in my head. Check.
Lips, hands, clothes in the air, flesh
against flesh, laughter, moans, a bite and a nip before he picks me up and I’m
hurried to his bed.
I touch his chest while he rushes to put on
a condom.
“I want you,” he says softly. His
fatigued and sorrowful face changes to a tender smile as I reach down and guide
him inside. He moves forward and we exchange a warm kiss.
“Will you be pissed off if I fuck you
without anything crazy happening?” he asks with his forehead placed on mine.
“Or if we don’t try any sex moves that might put us in the hospital?” He moves
compassionately and I close my eyes. “Are you good with just my dick inside of
you?”
“All anyone needs in the bedroom is to
know there are feelings attached to whatever’s going on.”
He exhales and bites my earlobe in the
most delicate way while his hand caresses my breast. And his dick... oh my God,
his dick is extraordinary. It’s hard but tender, a total contradiction of
itself. How can something
that
rigid
be so pleasant and comfortable inside of me?
“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel
incredible.” His tongue glides with mine then disappears. Our mouths remain
open, wanting, craving one another’s affection. We kiss, he moves, I moan, and
our movements sync, all while we both whisper sweet words to one another and
make love.
My heart feels warm. Is that possible?
I’ve never heard of that happening to anyone before, but I can definitely sense
warmth in my chest, over my entire body actually.
He’s gentle, taking his time caressing
the most sensitive areas of my body. My neck, ears, mouth, breasts, and clit
all get their moments of special attention.
He even pulls out and kisses my lower
legs, sliding his tongue around my ankle and then between my toes. I feel
self-conscious that I haven’t shaved, but Dan doesn’t seem to care. When you’re
in a drunken state of love, those things don’t seem to matter. He doesn’t even
mention the stubble starting to appear on my vag. God, I hope the tiny hairs
coming in aren’t hurting him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“What are
you
sorry for?”
I point to my stubble and he shakes his
head with a smile.
“That doesn’t bother me.” He stretches
his body over mine, and brushes the strands of hair off the sides of my face,
while pushing back inside.
I’m quiet. We kiss. He looks into my
eyes. I can tell he wants to say something. Kissing again. And I think I know
what it is.
“I’m not
that
guy,” he whispers.
He’s referring to Zyn from his books and
must be nervous about satisfying me.
And I know he’s not
that
guy. Not someone who would ever physically hurt me, like the
character in his dark novels. He’s not violent or abusive in any way, no BDSM,
whips, or chains, or tying people up. He’s not going to spank my ass or unleash
the
beast
inside, because that beast
inside of him doesn’t actually exist. It’s merely talk as sexual play, and
believe me, I’m far from disappointed that he’s not going to make me wear a
collar or be the guy
that puts a
bunch of weird toys in my ass.
The dirty talk’s arousing, but when it
comes right down to the actual moment when we’re joined as one, our actions are
centered on tenderness, and I don’t need anything more than that.
He
does have a foot fetish.
That’s nothing brutish.
We change positions and once I’m on top I
place my hand on his tat while my other hand pleasures my clit. He caresses my
tits and tells me how attractive I am. His eyes focus on my fingers moving
below.
I ride him slowly at first, becoming more
aroused with each glide over his dick, progressing more quickly until I move
wildly on top of him. He grips my hips and guides me along until I feel myself
losing control.
“Sleep next to me tonight,” he says with
heavy breaths, not realizing that I’m about to come. “I want to wake up in the
morning with you by my side.”
I can’t answer. My body’s exploding with
deep pulsations. I can’t move, or speak, or even take a breath. His flesh
stirring and beating inside of me is paralyzing.
Holy hell, that’s brilliant.
“Yes, you’re there aren’t you?” He sits
up and takes me in his arms, moving steadily to ensure I finish with complete
satisfaction. “Fuck, I can feel everything against my dick. That’s incredible.”
“Uh,” escapes my mouth, then “my Lord,”
and “Dan!”
He holds me tightly with his head to my
chest and I’m attacked with kisses after I catch my breath and fall on the bed
beside him.
“Here,” I say, pointing to my nipple and
receiving a kiss.
“Here,” I point to my stomach.
Kiss.
“And here,” I say with my finger on my
lip.
He gifts me a loving kiss then places my
two fingers in his mouth causing us both to moan.
“Mmm, sticky fingers,” he whispers.
“You’re probably the only woman in the world who tastes so sugary-sweet, and
you’re fucking gorgeous when you come. Can I tie you up?”
“What?” Okay, I didn’t expect that. That
was a quick change.
Ha!
Here we go! Who was it that thought there wouldn’t be any chains?
“If you don’t want...”
“No,” I shrug. “Go for it, but if I’m
uncomfortable you’ll untie me, right?”
He nods and takes two pairs of long dress
socks from his dresser drawer. My wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts of
his queen size bed and I feel... exposed. I’m not sure this is the type of
thing Divine Hallowell enjoys.
Keep
an open mind and wait. It could be stimulating. And don’t forget Dan needs to
get off too.
But we just went through why this wasn’t
going to happen.
“You okay?” he asks. “I’m not scaring you
am I?”
“Not yet,” I say with a fake laugh.
He takes something from his nightstand
after which he straddles my hips and kisses my stomach. I hear a small pop, as
if something’s been opened, or removed.
“What are you doing?” I whisper in a
nervous voice.
“Close your eyes. Trust me.”
“Said the guy who wrote a book about a
serial killer.”
“No, its about religion.” he whispers.
“Call me Zyn.”
“Not funny.” I close my eyes and wait. He
nibbles tenderly at my tits, slides his tongue down my stomach and kisses my
sensitive clit. Then...
“Hey, what is that?”
“Shh, eyes closed.”
It feels like... like...
He’s
marking you with something!
“Dan,” I say in my calmest voice. “What
are you doing?”
“Oh, you know,” he speaks leisurely. “It
helps to have a line drawn when you’re about to slice open the woman you love.”
“What?” I yell, trying to sit up, but my
arms are confined.
He laughs and I open my eyes to see a
smiley face drawn on my stomach. Oh, so not funny. “You better untie me right
now, or the lips between my legs are being put away for a year!” I join him in
laughter. “You’re in so much trouble! Just wait, Daniel Keller! Untie me!” I
play along.
“I’m kind of afraid to now,” he continues
to laugh while releasing my wrists from his bed. “Can I leave your legs spread
eagle?”
I sit up and look at my stomach once more
then lie back and shake my head. “That was sneaky.”
“Yeah, but again, memorable. That’s what
I’m all about.” He unleashes my ankles and sits between my legs, bringing my
feet to rest on his shoulders.
Ah, and that dick of his is back inside
of me, strutting its stuff.
It doesn’t take an hour, or even half-hour
for him to get off. Within minutes he’s squeezing my legs in his arms as he
cums. I watch his eyes close and his mouth drop open while he’s lost in
delightful pleasure. He’s breathless, quivering, saying
Jesus
and
fuck,
and
huffing for air. And his dick is like a drum pounding inside of me in a
thudding rhythmic beat.
“That was perfect.” I pull him on top of
me for a kiss. “Sexy, erotic, and playful all in one.”
“Good,” he breathes heavily. “And loving,
right?”
“Yes, definitely loving,” I whisper.
He exhales and his lips brush across
mine. “I’d never hurt you, Divine.” He sets his forehead to mine and stares
into my eyes. “I only want you to feel loved.”
Those are seven stunning words that leave
his mouth.
I only want you to feel loved.
Beautiful.
I’m left with a racing heart and a
fluttering clit, tired, and thinking about him, about us, this world,
everything. Dan lies next to me and quickly drifts off to sleep.
Male
orgasm sleepitis.
Shh. He’s exhausted and I have that too,
but not tonight. I’m too excited about the future.
My
future with Dan. I might actually get my happy ending after all.
Is
that the kind of happy ending you have to pay an extra five dollars for?
I close my eyes and breathe deeply,
enjoying the smell of his cologne. His bed is soft and the entire space has a
feeling of calmness about it. It’s quiet and lovely lying here in the dark.
This
is all very different for me and I don’t get it. Is this life? You’re gonna
find a new job, go to work each day, come home, hang out with Dan, get laid,
and then hit the repeat button? This is it? It feels like nothing’s going to
happen from now until the end.
Things will happen. I’m sure the days
will continue like Dante’s climb up the mountain of Purgatory in his
Divine Comedy.
I can’t go to heaven
until my soul is pure, and my soul is only made pure through pain and
suffering.
But at this moment, as I lay here in bed
with Dan’s warm skin against mine, my entire body - heart, mind, and soul all
feel at peace. I’ve reached a major turning point in my life. And I can imagine
the smile on my face is a mile wide.
Yes, this is life and it’s the most
wonderful part of life. To assume nothing will happen from now until the end is
like saying I’m already dead, and that’s far from the truth. If anything, I’ve
been soaring in the sky like one of my father’s kites and someone has finally
taken hold of the string, embracing me so I no longer have to drift alone. This
is the most exciting thing that has ever happened.
I’m falling in love.
For
the first time in a long time, I’m speechless.