Hot Summer Lust (12 page)

She’s still rubbing me gently and I almost tell her to stop. It’s too intense. But I don’t. Her hands are infinitely careful, unbelievably soft. I can
just
cope with these delicate
caresses, which prolong the orgasm even longer. I’m spent but my coc
k is still pulsing, still trickling and spasming with the last of my release.

It takes me a few seconds to recover.

Her hands are still on me, smoothing the water across my body to wash off the soap and the cum.

I take her hand and turn off the shower. I grab a towel and dry her hair. I have this strange desire to do it carefully, gently. I dry her neck, her breasts. I use my thumbs and my fingers to play her soft nipples until they begin to bead
.
Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.
I dry her stomach, her legs.
Very gently, her soft-swollen pussy.
By this time I’m already on the rise again and now she’s drying me.

“There’s something I want to tell you, Elias.”

She sounds serious and I sort of stare at her, wary. What
the fuck? She has a boyfriend
. She’s married with a couple of
kids. She’s a Russian spy
. Her tits are fake. She’s emigrating to Australia tomorrow and never coming back.
Since none of those scenarios seem at all likely except maybe the first one, which I could deal with by beating
him
to a pulp and meanwhile showering
her
with every affection and expensive gift known to mankind.
Or maybe not beating him to a pulp; I don’t want
to piss her off, or end up in jail. I’ll think of something, though. I’m up for the challenge.
I’m so fucking up for it she won’t know what hit her. She’ll
never
be able to refuse me or resist me.

“I’m on the pill,” she says.

She’s on the
pill
?
That’s
good
news. Or is it?
Why
is she on the pill? Has she banged every
redneck between here and Nashville
?
Did I
misread her? I was so
sure
she was a virgin. I’m never wrong about shit like that. And, I realize,
the thing is: I so badly
wanted
her to be a virgin.
I feel like fucking crying.
Or having a goddamn tantrum.
I
wanted her, now and forever, all to myself.

What the fuck?

My sanity is in serious question around this chick.

I need to calm the fuck down.

“Okay,” I say, and I do sound calm. A lot calmer than I feel.
Then I blurt it out before I can stop myself. “Why?”

She laughs a little. “
’Why?’
Why do you think? So I won’t get knocked up before I’m ready. It happened to two of my sisters and
there’s no way I’m letting that happen to me. I’ve got plans. I’ve got things to do
and the last thing I want is to get stuck here, like they are
. I’d go crazy if I couldn’t go to Nashville and sing.
I’m not willing to let anything or anyone get in the way of that.
I just have this feeling it’ll work out for me. You know what I mean? You ever get that feeling about anything?”

“Yeah.”
I did. I knew that feeling once. I was sure, too
, when I’d started out
. I was sure I could make it with my talent and my drive and there was nothing on this planet that could’ve stopped me. I don’t tell her this.
She still doesn’t know who I am and I’m not quite ready to lay it all out yet.
Instead I say, “Are you in
danger
of getting knocked up? You getting some wild action
around town?”

She looks up at me, her sky-blue eyes flicked with a hint of mischief. “Well … I haven’t been in danger of it before … ‘til now.”

I can’t help myself. “Ever?”

“Nope. Not ever. Not even once.”

I’m so relieved I feel almost light-headed.
We’re still standing here, butt naked, and she’s holding the towel, drying little dro
ps from my chest. And lower.
My erection has fully revived and is so hard – once again – by this point it’s standing straight up and touching my stomach
like it wants her attention. It does
. So she has to hold it and pull it away from my body to finish drying me.
She runs her fingers along my length and I sigh a little: a low exha
le that sounds like an animal’s growl. She removes her touch and hangs up the towel on one of the racks. I notice then that the bathroom – and everything else – looks all tidy and clean. She’s cleaned it.
This barely registers. I’ve got all kinds of questions
I need answered before I can register anything at all besides Sadie, her virginity and its impending demise.
By
me
. It’s
mine
.
She’s
mine. I feel the caveman in me rise up again. I didn’t even know I
had
a fucking caveman lurking around in my goddamn psyche before Sadie entered the picture. Now he seems to want his point of view heard.

“Why
not
?” I blurt out. “I mean, how the hell have you not been chased relentlessly by every man within a hundred mile radius?”

She smiles. She’s got the tiniest gap between her front teeth that makes me want to kiss her again, to lick her mouth, to trace along the line of it with my tongue
.
“I just graduated from a boarding school that was pretty strict. I didn’t meet a lot of guys. Not any, actually. I’m not even sure men were allowed in the building, come to think of it. No t.v. No Internet except for approved websites.” She shrugs a little. “So I’m totally uneducated about what the latest pop culture trends are, or t.v.
shows, or the latest movies. But now that I’m free
, I plan on fixing all that up as soon
as I can. That’s another reason I’m going to Nashville. To live my life.
To get started.
”

She’s got this defiant little gleam in her eye, like she’s already visualizing all the living she’s got planned once she gets there. My chest tightens.
I
want to be there, it occurs to me.
I
want to be with her as she’s doing it all
. Watching movies and discovering music videos and new artists (we’ll get to that one soon enough) and meeting people and eating in restaurants and traveling the world.
I
want to be the one to show her, and guard her from all the men that will want to charm her and use her and keep her for themselves.

Well, they can’t have her.

She’s mine.

“What about you, Elias? You must be planning on settling down out here, buying this house and all. Where did you move from?”

I’m not going to lie to her, I’ve decided. Ever. But it’s true I’m enjoying her total ignorance about the whole fame thing
. It’s refreshing.
“I … also have a house in Nashville.
I live there when I’m not hanging out here.
”

She contemplates me, but there’s nothing: none of that grasping I-want-what-you-have neediness that colors it.
“Cool,” she says. “Maybe we’ll see each other.”

I’m tempted to do it right now. To tell her she can stay
there
, at my penthouse apartment in the city, to bunk with me and we’ll take it from there.
But that would be creepy, practically. Yeah, we’re naked, we’ve gotten each other off a couple times and we’
re working up to what promises to be one hell of a fuck, but it’s too soon to be asking her to move in with me, for Christsakes
. For all I
know she could morph into a psycho bitch when she’s not being an insanely innocent, ridiculously hot, mind-blowingly gorgeous sweetheart who sings like a songbird that’s still learning how to fly.

“Elias?” She’s turned shy again and I can’t have that. I want her laughing,
and playful.

“
Yeah?
Ask me anything.
Anything you want.
” I scoop her up and she’s s
queals a little laugh that makes me harder even than I was before.
She’s so small compared to me. I could dominate her so easily, physically. Problem is, in every other way she’s got the upper hand.
Once I’ve fucked her, I’ll be fine. I’ll get over this little blond obsession
, I tell myself, but I’m not convinced.
I carry her over to the bed and set her down. I sit next to her. My hard-on is jutting out like an elephant in the room but the fact is we’ve been naked together practically more than we’ve been clothed together. We can handle it.

“I want you,” she whispers
. Then she sort of crawls closer to me, leaning lightly against me with her thigh touching me and her breasts like two scoops of pale perfection. Her fingers do this little walking motion, very slowly, up my leg.
She runs a single finger over the slit of my cock, swirling my pre-cum over the crown.

Jesus Christ.

“I want you too, baby.” My voice has gone all low and lusty.

She’s kissing my lips in small,
nipping tastes.
“
I feel safe with you.
I don’t want you to think of it as anything more, though, okay?” she says.
“
I’m not expecting anything from you.
We’re h
aving some fun, but we’re not getting serious or anything.
I just want you to be my first.”

Everything about this girl is new to me. She wants me to fuck her, divest her of her virginity, then
watch her walk away.
A hot virgin on the pill with no strings attached. Anyone would think it was heaven on earth but there’
s a
little cloister of unease to the offer. I don’t
want
to just fuck her then let her walk away. My caveman is getting all
possessive
. This is not a good thing.

“Have you done this … many times before?”
It’s curiosity in her tone, not jealousy, and here’s a first: I wish it was.

“Yeah, a few.”
I don’t bother telling her I’ve never done it
without a condom.
Sure, women try to coerce me all the time
, telling me they’ve got things covered. But I’ve never trusted it. Now, the thought of sliding into her with no barrier between us makes me feel like holding her down and fucking her hard
right now
.
“But never, ever with someone as beautiful as you.”
I wish I hadn’t said that.
I sound like a dickhead. I
t’s true I’ve said this before, to other women.

This time, though, I actually
mean
it. I mean it so much I wish I could
make her understand how much.

“I shouldn’t really be doing this.” Those feathering fingertips, touching my jaw. “But I just want to, because it’s you.”

“I want you too, sweetheart.”

“And I know … well, we don’t know each other very well, and who knows what will happen down the road … but …” She hesitates, and I take her hand.

“Ask me. Anything you want.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend? I guess I probably should’ve asked you that … before we went swimming.”

“No girlfriend.” It’s true. I have plenty of one night stands. Two-night stands are about as committed I get these days. I just haven’t been interested in anything long-term so far.

Until right now.

“Then … well, while we’re together, if there’s any more to this than tonight, maybe we could … you know, if we’re gonna be hanging out at all …”

Her shyness on the topic is something I need her to get over. Because shyness is not something I can tolerate from her right now. I want all of her. I want her to lay out her feelings and thoughts and concerns and, most of all, her desires. The first three are entirely
new territory for me, but with Sadie, things are different. I’ll do or say absolutely anything to reassure her.
And as I’m saying the words, I find I mean them. I mean them so much it hurts.
“I’m yours, angel.
Only yours. And you’re mine. You’re all I can think about. Just you. You’re exactly what I want, sweet Sadie. Everything I want. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
I need to get close to you. I want to
stay
close to you. All the time. I just want to be with you.
”

Her cool fist is gripping
me softly.
Her other hand cups me
.
She’s rising onto her knees like she’s going to ease herself
onto my lap. I can see her
pink, wet pussy as she moves. And if I don’t take control of this situation immediately I’m going to lose my cool yet
again
.

God help me
.

What I need to do is focus on
her
pleasure, and make love to her so thoroughly and so sweetly, she’ll never want to let me go.

Elias lays me back onto the bed.
He’s incredibly strong. I
t takes barely any effort at all for him to gently place me against the pillows.
He crouches over me and kisses me.
I try to reach for him but he takes my wrists and pins my hands above my head.
He holds both my hands in one of hi
s. His grip is so absolute and the crouching cage of his body so heavy I know I could never escape him. I’m at his mercy and this excites me beyond
belief. I want him to overwhelm
me in every possible way.