Dakota
Lena stood before me as naked as the day she was born.
Look at something… anything else… because you’re about to have to strip, too, and your thoughts are going to be standing at attention.
“Get into bed and get warm,” I ordered.
“The sheets are cold, !” She fussed. “I’m cold, dammnit!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake…
“Oh, my lord, hang on.” I unwrapped the towel and yanked down my saturated boxers. “Come here.”
“What?”
“Come here. Body heat.”
The fire ripped and roared.
“My lord, I’ll just get in the cold ass sheets,” she grumbled.
“Look at that, you do listen. Thank you.”
She stuck her middle finger up at me before climbing under the worn sheets. I added another log to the fire.
“Better?” I asked her.
“Yeah, sure.” Her teeth chattered.
Okay, body heat, it is.
Grabbing the old quilt, I draped it across her before climbing into bed beside her.
“We will warm up faster with body heat but if you’re not comfortable with that idea, wrap that quilt around you tightly until the fire heats the room up.”
She shivered. “Is it too late to choose body heat?”
I pulled her cold, naked body into mine, mentally pleading with my body to act right.
Mamaw…church…that skin graph I had to have that one time…
She hiccupped loudly, her body vibrating against mine.
The Golden Girls… picture it, Sicily 1912… Rose, tell me about St. Olaf…
She hiccupped again.
Ok, get your shit under control, girlie pop.
“Are you alright?”
She giggled. “I have the hiccups!”
Yeah, I caught that…
“Need some Jack?”
Water would probably be better, but ya know…
“Please!”
“Be right back.” Releasing her, I climbed out of bed, snagging a candle to guide me before hauling my naked ass down the stairs.
“Dak! Can we please… why are you naked?” Cassie asked, unable to hide the horror in her voice. Jace, who was pacing near the fireplace when I hit the bottom step, stalked towards me, his eyes filled with daggers.
“Make my day, Reynolds.”
He stopped dead in his tracks.
Grabbing the bottle of whiskey, I took off up the stairs, giving them the perfect view of the part of me that they could line up to kiss.
Back in the bedroom, I locked the door behind me.
Maybe she got rid of them.
Hiccup.
Or not.
“Did you get something to drink?” she asked, rolling over to face me. I held up the bottle.
“Yes ma’am.”
She sat up in bed just enough to give me a good view of her bare chest.
Climbing in next to her, I removed the cap before passing her the bottle. She turned it up for a few seconds, the bubbles scattering as she chugged.
“Thanks, homie.” She passed the bottle back to me. Capping it, I put on the nightstand.
Silence stretched between us.
Do I reach over and grab her or see if she says she’s cold again?
“Hey Dak?’
“Hmm?”
“Why didn’t you grab our bags while you were down there?”
Why didn’t I?
“Honestly, I didn’t even think about it,” I answered truthfully.
“Okay.” A shiver shook the bed.
“Body heat?” I asked her.
She nodded just as another hiccup escaped. Scooting up behind her, I pulled her close.
“Is that better?”
She gave a little wiggle.
Girl, lay your ass still.
“Yes, are you comfortable?” She asked cheerfully.
I am, actually.
“Yes ma’am, now go to sleep.”
“Night, Dak.”
“Night, Loo.”
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but my mind wouldn’t let me rest.
How the fuck did I end up naked, snuggling my best friend’s former fiancé to keep her warm because we wound up potentially snowed in during, what would be, their honeymoon?
“Can’t sleep, either?”
How did she know?
“I guess I have too much on my mind,” I admitted.
She rolled to face me, her firm tits pressed against my chest and my dick pushing against her thigh.
“Why are they here?” She asked quietly. “And they came together which helps absolutely nothing.”
“They’ve been doin’ a lot of shit together, but I don’t give a fuck that they’re here.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”
I forgot they were here until you mentioned it.
“I have a hot, naked blonde practically on top of me. I haven’t given them a second thought.”
Mainly because he played the fuck out of himself.
Jolene
His eyes twinkled from the light of the fire.
“The second I saw them; my mind took me right back to walkin’ in on them. The sound of it is just replaying in my head, over and over.”
He reached out to rub my arm. I felt the tears threatening.
“What can I do to make it better?” He asked gently.
“I don’t know. I just want them to hurt – to hurt the way they hurt us.”
He nodded. “I know.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck, lightly playing with dark curls on the back of his head. Sighing appreciatively, he closed his eyes.
Suddenly feeling bold, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his throat. He growled, a deep animalistic sound that vibrated against my lips.
Should I stop?
He grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers in my hair. Damn near paralyzed in fear, I tried pulling away.
“Nuh uh,” he grumbled, holding my mouth to his neck. “Do that again.”
I wrapped my lips around his throat, dragging my tongue across his soft skin.
How does he taste so good?
I kissed and rubbed my way to his collarbone.
I felt him pulse against my thigh.
Well, I know, at least, one part of him is enjoyin’ this.
He slid his hand down my spine, letting it come to rest across my ass. I nipped my way to his earlobe, teasing it with my tongue. He gripped my ass firmly, lining his hardness up perfectly with my wet slit. A moan I couldn’t hold back danced on my lips as he grinded my pussy against him.
How can this feel so fuckin’ good?
My orgasm was mounting, my torment to his neck and ears abandoned. I couldn’t think of anything except the grinding of his dick against my tender lips.
“Dak.” I whimpered against his ear. “I’m gonna cum.”
He pressed against me harder; the increased pressure was more than enough to push me over the edge.
“I’m cumming!” I managed, his ear against my mouth. “Please, don’t stop!”
He didn’t stop. He kept going until my body was trembling like a leaf.
How can I still want more?
“Fuck me,” I pleaded.
What did she just say?
“Lena, I’m not sure –”
“Please, Dak.” She pulled me on top of her.
“I don’t have a condom,” I informed her.
“IUD.” Reaching down, she positioned me at her entrance.
Lord, forgive me cause I’m ‘bout to fuckin’ sin.
I pushed into her slowly, pausing to let her adjust. Or maybe I paused so that I could adjust. Her pussy was so tight that it felt like her walls were caving in.
What in the gorilla grip?
She lifted her hips, coaxing me to move mine. I started to fuck her slowly, doing my best to make this feeling last as long as I could.
She closed her eyes. “Are you gonna fuck me or just fuck around?”
Don’t do that, girl. I will have you so dick whipped that you start hiding in the bushes outside my house.
“On your knees, Lena.” I pulled out.
She looked surprised.
“Now.”
With a smirk, she flipped on her stomach, pausing a second before arching up onto her knees.
She bends like a goddamn question mark.
I thrust into her hard as I could, prying a scream from between her full lips.
“You want to be fucked?” I asked between thrusts. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” She moaned breathlessly, pushing her ass back to meet me.
“Be careful what you ask for,” I threatened through clenched teeth.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her back to me, her body arched against my chest. As I fucked her dripping pussy, I reached around and grabbed her tit, pinching and pulling at her hardened nipples.
I felt her clenching around me, her body squeezing me like a vice.
“Did I tell you that you could fuckin’ cum? I growled in her ear.
“Did I fuckin’ ask?”
Okay, I gotta little firecracker on my hands.
I pushed her face down on the bed, gripping her hips for dear life. My balls slapped against her clit with every thrust inside her.
“Damn, Dak, I thought you enjoyed playin’ with fire.” She giggled. “Fuck me harder.”
Oh, she’s one of those that like to be thrown through the wall.
Pulling out, I grabbed her waist violently, hauling her to her knees. By the throat I held her, her mouth inches from my glistening cock.
“Taste what I did to you since you wanna be cute.” I shoved myself between her lips, pausing only a fraction when I felt my sensitive head hit her tonsils. She gagged but didn’t stop, only grabbed my hips to take me deeper.
“Fuck, Lena, you’re so damn good with your mouth,” I croaked.
She pulled me closer as she bobbed on my cock, digging her wedding nails into my ass cheeks so deep that she had to have drawn blood.
The rubber band on my restraint snapped.
Twisting her hair into a makeshift ponytail, I punished her throat, fucking it as if I’d never get another chance.
You probably won’t.
Her eyes watered from the thickness, and she started to choke.
“You’re taking me like such a good girl,” I managed. “So deep in your fuckin’ throat.”
She tilted her head back, the angle giving me the best access to her gag reflexes. Hearing her choke was so fucking sexy, it was damn near pushing me over the edge.
I don’t want to finish like this.
Hating every goddamn second of it, I withdrew from her mouth. She pouted, her swollen lips fixed in a frown. I grinned and flopped on my back next to her.
“Ride my cock.”
My good girl straddled me, guiding me back inside her juicy opening. She buried herself to the hilt, my overly sensitive head pressing against her cervix.
“So deep,” she groaned, rolling her hips to accommodate my size. “You’re stretching me wide open.”
I stayed still, allowing her to adjust without pain. She started bouncing her ass, strategically grinding her clit against my skin. I closed my eyes and let her ride, relishing the feeling of her wrapped around me. Without warning, she stopped.
“I want to turn around.”
Without waiting for my acceptance, she spun around on my dick, her ass now resting against my waist. Rubbing her clit furiously, she rocked, and she bounced, the double sensation too much for her body to endure.
“I’m cumming! Fuck! I’m cumming!”
Reaching under her thighs, I lifted her legs, beating up her pussy as if it deserved it. With my arm under her thigh, I held her around her waist, forcing her to take her punishment. I fucked her hard and I fucked her good, her voice echoing my name off the walls. My legs started to tremble, and she knew I was close, her throaty moans nearly taking me all the way.
“Cum on my tongue, .”
Chill out, girl, before I fuckin’ propose.
She climbed off in a huff, leaving her juices behind, the evidence too much to ignore.
She gets so fuckin’ wet.
Kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, she stared at me with innocent eyes. I struggled to my knees, wobbling, as her small palm latched around my throbbing cock. Deep throating me with ease, she used me to massage her tonsils, gagging as if were her favorite thing to do.
“Lena,” I begged. “Please.”
I don’t know what I was begging her for, I just needed her to fucking do it. Pulling me out of her perfect mouth, she spit on me, using her thick saliva to jack me off. With an evil look in her eyes, she slapped me against her tongue.
“Have I been a good enough girl yet to earn your cum?”
With those words on her lips, I exploded, coating her tongue with my warm, thick cum.
So, this is what someone means when they say that their soul left their body…