The Mammoth Book of Erotica presents The Best of Marilyn Jaye Lewis (8 page)

She didn’t say anything more; she returned his kisses, finding his tongue with hers; engaging him fully, and moaning in urgency when she felt his hand going up under her sweater. It was ice cold, his hand, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him touching her skin.

He didn’t go up under her bra, not at first. He seemed content to feel the fullness of her breast while he kissed her. It was Kaylie who wanted her bra undone. She had her coat on, she figured; her sweater was covering most of her; no one would see – if there were anyone watching them, that is. And there wasn’t. She pulled up her own sweater, then, and tugged her bra up over her tits.

“
Kaylie
,” Connor said eagerly. Kaylie’s nipples were stiff points; her breasts looked too inviting as they rose to attention in the cold air. His mouth was on her in a heartbeat.

Feeling the warmth of his mouth, the pressure of his lips, his flicking wet tongue tormenting her swollen nipple, Kaylie groaned in reluctant defeat. She was too aroused for words now. And words were exactly what she needed to tell Connor to stop, that it was leading them into murky waters; that they, would soon be out of control.

“No,” she whispered quietly, too quietly to be taken seriously. “Connor, don’t.” His mouth had left her nipple and he was kissing his way down her rib cage, down her belly. He was on his knees in the snow and his hands were impatiently pulling the waistband of her pants, her panties, down over her hips. “Don’t,” she insisted again.

Her mound was exposed, and the light swirl of brown hair. Connor caught her scent immediately. “Why not?” he asked, looking up at her – his eyes on fire with lust already.

Kaylie couldn’t resist that look. “I’m going to fall down,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, quickly rising to his feet. Leaving her exposed, he pulled her to an apple tree. “Lean against it,” he said. He went back down to his knees again, only now he pulled her pants and her panties all the way down to her ankles.

“
Oh god
,” Kaylie squealed. It was really cold out. Before she could protest further, though, two of his fingers went up her hole. She groaned deliriously, in spite of herself and the freezing cold.

“Jesus, Kaylie,” he said. “You are soaking.”

“I know I am,” she whimpered in defeat, succumbing quickly to the sheer pleasure of his steady fingers probing up inside her. And once again, words became too much to manage; she was nothing but moans and little whimpers of delirium as she leaned her weight against the apple tree. Connor’s mouth was on her down there, all over the swelling, sopping lips, his tongue pushing against her aching clitoris, stroking it; his fingers continuing their steady probe.

“Oh god,” she cried again. Her fingers clutched at the rough bark of the tree, her hips pushed her mound out, offering it as best she could to Connor’s mouth. She was as good as naked out there in the winter air and it felt fantastic; her tits exposed, the full length of her aroused body on display, and Connor ardently pleasuring her between her legs. She didn’t know which felt better: the way his fingers pushed up into her, circled inside her and opened her, making her wish she could spread her legs wide for him; or the way his tongue circled her clit, pushed up into its hood, then mashed against it, then circled it again.

She was going to come, but she didn’t want to come like this. She wanted to explode into orgasm on his pounding cock. She wanted to feel impaled on him, ravaged by him while she came. “Let’s fuck,” she blurted.

“Okay,” he agreed, out of breath, his mouth a slick mess now. His nose was filled with the thick scent of just how aroused she was and he could hardly contain his own excitement. “Turn around,” he said, getting up. “Hold on to the tree. Brace yourself against it.”

She did as he asked, turning around awkwardly, her pants still down around her ankles, when the rough bark of the tree suddenly scraped against her exposed tits. “
Shit
,” she cried, pushing herself away from the tree, steadying herself against the trunk as best she could while keeping her breasts clear of it. Her ass arched up, as if on instinct, readying her to be mounted from behind. And it didn’t take long, a mere moment was all. Connor’s cock was thick and warm and solid as it pushed right up into her sopping, eager hole. It felt incredible, the way it filled her. He felt harder than he’d ever felt to her before – was that even possible?

“Oh god,” she cried, not sure she could take this kind of pounding without something closer to hold on to. “Oh god,
Connor
.” He had a firm grip on her hips, pulling her ass up higher, getting his cock into her hole incredibly deep; giving it to her with very hard, very quick strokes.

“Can I come in you?” he asked urgently.

“Oh god,” she said again, moaning, her head swimming. It all felt too good, it overwhelmed her – and she wanted a baby; she so wanted a baby. Her ass went up higher, trying to get him all the way up her.

“Can I?” he asked again, his brutal rhythm increasing in her.

“Yes,” she said deliriously. This, too, was almost too quiet to be heard – this lie, this deception.

He wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes?” he asked. “It’s okay to come in you?”

“Yes,” she said. “Come in me.” Then she whirled to her senses. She shoved him off of her with all her strength and nearly lost her balance. “No,” she cried. “Don’t come in me!”

“Christ,” he yelled frantically. “I’m coming, damn it.”

They uncoupled gracelessly, with Kaylie falling against the tree, scraping herself, and Connor trying to keep himself from falling by keeping his grip on Kaylie’s hips. The unstoppable spurts of his orgasm spattered onto the snow.

He tried to catch his breath. “What the fuck was that, Kaylie?”

“I’m ovulating,” she blurted out. “I’m sorry.” She was too upset to turn around and face him. She felt ridiculous now, bagging the cold rough trunk of the tree, scraped up, with her pants down around her ankles.

Sheepishly, she bent down to pull up her pants. She still refused to meet his gaze. She could feel his anger and could imagine his humiliation. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I lost my head.”

“Really?” he said – his voice heavy with sarcasm now. He tucked himself into his jeans. “Is that what you call it, losing your head? You didn’t know it this morning when you consulted your little calendar like you always do every single day of the year?”

“I’m sorry, Connor. I really am.” She turned to look at him now and he looked disgusted with her. A moment ago they had been entwined in such connubial bliss. Damn it, she thought. Why had she done it? Or nearly done it – and which idea was worse? They were both pretty lousy ones.

Connor zipped up his coat and turned to walk back to the car – without her; he left her standing there alone to straighten her clothes and feel like a fool.

“Aren’t you going to wait for me?” she called out.

He stopped and turned and looked at her. “Come on, then. Hurry up.”

She hurried. She pulled herself together and ran to him, searching his face for even the slightest clue that he didn’t completely despise her. “That was pretty sucky of me, huh?” she finally said. “I’m just really confused, Connor.”

He didn’t reply; he started walking again.

Kaylie kept pace with him, afraid to say anything more.

When they reached the car, a light snow had begun to fall. Connor opened Kaylie’s car door for her and held it. She slid into the passenger seat and then looked up at him, smiling hopefully. “Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome, Kaylie,” he replied. He closed her car door and went around to the driver’s side. He got in and closed his own door. He turned the key that was still in the ignition and – nothing. He tried again. “Great,” he spat. “This is just great.”

“What?”

“The battery’s dead.”

“Oh no, you’re kidding.”

“No, I’m not kidding.” He tried the ignition again – nothing, just an ineffectual click. “Shit.” Connor got out his cell phone. “Give me the number for the auto club; the membership card’s in the glove compartment.”

Kaylie complied, feeling that somehow this dead battery was her fault. “I’m so sorry, Connor,” she said.

He took the card from her and dialed the number.

“I need someone to come out and jump my battery,” he said into the phone. Kaylie stared morosely out the window while Connor gave the auto club their exact location. “You’re kidding,” he said. “Why so long?” A frustrated pause; Connor tapped his fingers angrily on the steering wheel. “Okay, then. Well, obviously, we’ll be waiting.”

He closed his phone. “It’s going to be at least half an hour,” he told Kaylie. “And probably more like forty-five minutes. There’s no one closer. In the auto club’s opinion, we happen to be out in the middle of nowhere.”

Kaylie looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, Connor. I really am.”

“Why should you be? You don’t work for the auto club.”

“You know what I mean. I’m sorry about the whole thing, about what just happened out there.”

“And what did just happen out there, Kaylie?” He studied her now unflinchingly. “Do you want to explain yourself?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“I’m letting you. Who’s stopping you?”

“You’re not being entirely, well, you know—”

“What? I’m not being what –
considerate
of you?”

The way he emphasized the word “considerate” made Kaylie feel three years old. “Point taken,” she conceded quietly. “That was inconsiderate of me, to put it mildly.”

Connor sighed. “I
don’t
want to fight with you, Kaylie. We were having such a great time. Why would you do that to me? Since when is this just your marriage, huh?”

She had no adequate answer for that.

“And not just the way you shoved me away from you so rudely – and never would I do a thing like that to you, Kay. But this baby thing – it’s getting out of control with you. What were you trying to do, trick me into creating my own kid? Like I wouldn’t want to be there with you if a thing like that could
maybe
be happening, after everything we’ve been through about this already?”

“I just . . . I don’t know. I guess I was just . . . I’m
thirty-two years old
already, Connor,” she finally sputtered in defeat. “I am so tired of waiting for you to be ready.” God that came out sounding mean she thought; why am I being so mean?

Connor fell silent. They said nothing more for a while. They sat and stared out at the falling snow. It had gotten heavier; their footprints into the orchard were already obliterated.

“It’s cold in here,” Kaylie finally said.

“I know it is. The heater’s not on.”

“I know that, Connor. I’m just saying that it’s cold.”

They both heard it and saw it coming through the snow at the same instant.

Connor said, “What the hell is that?”

“It’s a tractor,” Kaylie declared.

It was a tractor, all right, with a man in a bright orange cap driving it. He was coming toward them, down the dirt road that was now snowed over.

“I wonder if there’s some sort of farm house up that way?” Connor said.

“I don’t know,” Kaylie said, “but maybe he can help us get this car started?”

“I hope so. I’ll see.” Connor opened his door and got out. He walked toward the tractor that was now coming to a slow stop.

The farmer called down to Connor, “I couldn’t help noticing that you seemed stuck down here.”

Connor wondered what else the guy hadn’t been able to help noticing, but right now, all Connor wanted was to get the car started. “My battery’s dead,” he called back.

“I figured as much. I’ve got a charger up at the barn.” The farmer got down off his tractor and walked over to Connor. “I can either bring it down here and give you an emergency boost that’ll at least get you to a service station, or, if you aren’t in too much of a hurry, we can take the battery up to the barn and leave it connected for a little while, it’ll totally recharge you. You won’t have to pay me anything. It’s up to you.”

“Where’s the nearest service station?” Connor asked, noticing that the farmer didn’t want to look directly at him. Christ, Connor thought to himself, he did see us. And then Connor wondered if the farmer had been alone, or if there had been other people watching Kaylie and him have sex out there in the bone-dead orchard, where there was not so much as a speck of a leaf clinging to any of the trees.

“Oh gosh, I’d say about eight miles,” the farmer said. “If it’s even open. It’s not always open in bad weather. Rick, the owner, lives pretty far out and doesn’t like to risk getting stranded down here in bad weather.”

“I can understand that,” Connor said. The snow was already clinging to Connor’s hair, to his eyelashes, even.

The farmer said, “I got tools in the tractor. It’s no big deal taking that battery out. Let’s just take it on up to the barn and recharge it.”

“You’re sure it’s no problem?”

“No problem at all. I take care of all my own vehicles around this place.”

“Thanks,” Connor said. “How long will a recharge take?”

“About an hour,” the farmer replied. “Maybe a little longer. It’s a pretty powerful little box. There’s a gauge right on it, tells you when it’s done.”

Connor could see the Flyers game disappearing in the distance. Even if they made it to the arena on time, this was more than a snow fall, it was a storm. With the battery acting up they’d be crazy to drive all the way to Philadelphia and back. “I guess I’ll take you up on that recharge, then. Let me just double-check with my wife.”

Connor opened his door, reached down and popped the hood, and said, “Looks like we aren’t going to Philly today. This guy’s offered to recharge our battery for free, though. If you don’t mind hanging out here for about an hour?”

“But
the game
– you already bought the tickets. You were looking so forward to it.”

“It’s too risky, Kay. We can’t drive all the way to Philly and back in this weather. Besides, if I don’t get the battery charged here, we’ll just have to stop somewhere up the road and do it, if we can even find a place. And then we’ll have to pay.”

“I don’t mind waiting here, that’s all right with me. I just feel bad for you – missing the game.”