Meadow Chapter 11
I couldn’t lie and say that what Iceman revealed wasn’t shocking, heartbreaking, and scary. You heard all the time how the cycle of abuse continued and that children did the same awful things their parents did. And maybe if I hadn’t grown up with my parents, I would’ve agreed with that thinking and told him to get out and never come back. But I knew that if you were determined, you could be different. There was no way I, Aspen, or Sage would ever be like our mom and dad. And if that were the case, then from what I’d seen from Iceman so far, he wouldn’t turn into his dad. However, if he did, I wouldn’t be like his mom.
The way he kissed me, tinged with desperation, and the look of desire and something else in his eyes when he picked me up and carried me to my bedroom made me even more sure. I had a surprise in store for Iceman tonight.
When we entered my bedroom, he pushed the door shut with his foot and then carried me to my bed. I’d come home and showered after work, so there was no need to do that. He laid me tenderly down on the bed. He was staring at me. I didn’t want to wait, but I made the offer. He hadn’t gotten to go home after work.
“If you’d like to shower, Jake, you can take one through that door. I’ve had mine. It’s up to you. I just thought it might make you relax more. You still seem tense.”
He thought for a moment, then nodded. “Actually, I think that would be a good idea. I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I won’t. Let me show you where everything is.” I stood to go with him.
He took my hand and led me to my bathroom. He found the light switch. Once we could see, I got him a towel and washcloth. He’d have to use my shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash. Lucky for him, I went for the clean, citrus scents, not the floral. I teased him about it as the water heated, and he stripped. What a glorious sight. My body was tingling, my nipples hardening, and my pussy began to weep just seeing his naked body.
“There’s something I need to know before I go back to the bedroom to wait for you.”
“What’s that?” he asked as he stood with the shower door cracked open.
“Do you want me to undress or let you do it? Is there anything you’d like me to prepare or a position you want me in when you return?” I wanted to see if I could do as he wanted. In a way, the idea of not having to make the decisions sounded great.
He groaned. “Christ, you’re serious. Uhm, naked, on your stomach, facing away from the bathroom door. Don’t turn your head until I say you can. And if you have lube, have it out.”
I shivered imagining what he’d do. Would he fingerfuck my ass again? I smiled as I said, “I’ll see you soon.”
“I won’t be long, babe,” he replied as he stepped fully into the shower and shut the door.
I walked out on wobbly legs. I didn’t know if it would take him long, so I rushed to get naked, turn down the bed, get the lube, and one other thing. He hadn’t said anything about the lights, so I lit candles and turned off the overhead light. I also locked the door before positioning myself on the bed the way he wanted.
He didn’t take long, but even so, I was wound tight by the time I heard him entering the room. I tried not to hold my breath.
“Mmm, I love the candles, baby. Your skin is always so damn amazing, but by candlelight, damn. Like a golden goddess, all presented for me to feast on. Thank you for doing what I asked. Why don’t you spread those sexy legs so I can see that pretty pussy?” he asked in a deep voice.
I did as he asked. I groaned. I wanted to turn and see what he was doing. I pictured him standing there stroking his cock. I squirmed.
“Do you know that when I was going around with Tank all day to sites, I had to keep fighting down my cock. You kept popping into my mind, and I was remembering you like this and the taste of your cum. How you sound and look when you come, and it made me so fucking hard. Hell, at one point, I excused myself and went into the bathroom at the office and beat off until I came. I squirted my cum all in the sink, imagining your hot mouth was sucking me dry.”
“God,” I whimpered into the pillow.
I wanted to touch myself to get some relief. I’d listened to him in the shower and fantasized about him in there and what he’d do to me, so I was very turned on and primed when he came into the room. I tried to grind my pussy into the mattress, seeking relief that way. All it earned me was a comment.
“Oh, baby, are you hot? Is your pussy throbbing? Do you need to get off?”
“Yes, yes, I do. Please, Jake. I need it so badly,” I moaned out. I heard movement, and then the bed dipped. His voice was closer this time.
“I’ll give you a choice, Meadow. You can touch yourself and get off while I watch and jerk myself off, and we can call it a night. Or you can hold on for a little longer, let me play, and I’ll make you come harder and more than once. Which do you want?”
I liked the idea of watching each other masturbate, but the prospect of multiple and more intense orgasms was better.
“Hold out for more and better,” I said hoarsely.
“Good. Roll over on your back with your head on your pillow.”
I flipped over as fast as I could. He was kneeling next to me. His hand was leisurely stroking up and down his length. The veins on his cock were prominent, and the head shined with the precum he was leaking. I swore I could taste his cum on my tongue. I unconsciously licked my lips and didn’t realize it until he growled.
“You said you’d suck my cock earlier. I want you to suck it and get me off as fast as you can. The faster you do it, the quicker I’ll start eating your pussy and make you come.”
“How do you want to be positioned?” I asked as I went to sit up. His other hand pressed me back down.
“Stay on your back, and I’m straddling you. I’m feeding you this cock. I also want to see how deep you can take me, baby.”
“Then get up here and give that delicious cock to me,” I said in a sultry tone.
“Son of a bitch,” he snarled, then he was straddling my shoulders. The wet head of his cock was touching my lips. I snaked out my tongue to taste him. His flavor hit me, and that was it. I went into my own world filled with Iceman’s cock.
I pushed his hand away so I was the one holding the base of it. I began a slow stroking motion on his shaft, then opened my mouth and swirled my tongue all around the precum-covered head. He hissed. I did it a second time before I sucked on the head. As I did, I fluttered the tip of my tongue over the top, pausing to tease the slit. His body jerked. He moaned. Iceman was watching my every move, and from the flames in his eyes, he was enjoying what I was doing, and I hadn’t even gotten started.
Holding his gaze with mine, I slowly sucked him deeper but kept stroking his shaft with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. I took him to the back of my throat then I held him there as I sucked repeatedly and fluttered my tongue. I pushed on his pelvis with my hand that was gripping the base of his cock, and he moved away. When he was far enough away, I let go of it with a pop. He groaned in disappointment until I began to lick, suck, and nibble my way all up and down his shaft until I reached the base. There, I played with his sac, sucking his balls into my mouth, gently thrashing them around, and sucking on them. I even gently bit them. His groan this time was louder, and it was not displeased.
“Fuck, that feels incredible, Meadow. No one can compare to you,” he muttered. I was pleased. I wanted to be the best he’d ever had in every way, and I’d work hard until I was.
He challenged me to get him off fast, and while I knew I could do it by repeating everything I just did and deep-throating him, I knew another way to help if he’d allow it. Most guys wouldn’t.
Releasing his cock again, I asked, “If I told you I could get you to blow in two minutes, would you let me do what it takes to accomplish that?”
He studied me for a moment, then said, “It depends on what you want to do.”
“I want to lube up my finger and ease it into your tight little asshole and stroke your prostate while I deep-throat your cock and finger fuck that ass. Have you ever let a woman do that? You’ll come so hard and see stars,” I promised.
He was silent. I figured he was about to say no, so I went to suck his cock back into my mouth. His next words stopped me.
“I’ve never had that done. No woman has ever asked to do it. Maybe they assumed I’d say no. However, if you can trust me to do that to you, I’d be a hypocrite if I refused to allow you to do the same. Just go slow.”
My heart jumped in excitement. I’d always wanted to do this to a guy. None would allow it, but my reading about men who had it done said it was unbelievable. Hopefully, I could deliver on the stars and two minutes promise.
He reached over, picked up the lube from his pillow, and gave it to me. I nervously coated my finger in what I hoped was enough. It took some wiggling, but eventually, I got my hand between his legs and felt up his ass crack until I found his hole. He jerked. I just rubbed in circles as I sucked and waited for him to untense. When his tension eased, I pushed the tip of my finger inside. It was tight and harder to do than I thought. He hissed but didn’t tell me to stop, so I kept advancing and retreating slowly.
I think my sucking and everything I was doing to his cock distracted him, so I was able to press onward faster than I thought. Soon, I had my whole finger in there. I slowly pulled it back and then pushed it back in. When I hit a rounded protrusion, his entire body jerked, and he moaned.
“Jesus Christ! Fuck, is that it?”
“Mmm, hmm,” I mumbled.
“I don’t know how much of that I’ll be able to take before I blow,” he warned.
That set me to fucking his asshole a little faster with my finger and sucking him while working his cock with every trick I had. He was breathing loudly, muttering under his breath, and his ass was now thrusting back as much as it could to meet my finger.
“Shit, that’s it. Fuck my ass and suck my cock. I’m about to blow, baby. I hope you’re ready,” he growled.
A few more strokes, and he threw back his head, squeezed his ass cheeks around my finger, thrust his cock to the back of my throat so I gagged, and then he cried out as he pumped his warm seed down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, and I wiggled my fingertip back and forth over his prostate gland.
When he slumped over and pulled his cock free, I kept my finger in his ass and continued gliding it back and forth to bump the gland. His eyes widened as he partially rose up.
“Fuck, I think I’m gonna come again,” he rasped hoarsely.
“Then do it on my tits.”
He gripped his cock, which hadn’t softened yet and frantically stroked.
“Come on, Jake. You know you want to see my tits covered in your cum. You can rub it into my golden skin that you love. Please,” I panted.
I was almost at the point of coming myself. I was so turned on. It was incredible how excited doing this to him had gotten me. A minute or so later, he groaned as if he was dying, and his seed squirted all over my tits as he jerked out every drop. His ass kept squeezing and riding my finger. This time, when he hunched over me, I eased it out. He was breathing like he’d run a race. His face was flushed, and his eyes were bright. He dropped next to me and reached over to rub his seed into my tits. I moaned. He tugged hard on one nipple and then the other after coating them in cum.
“What does my cum taste like?” he asked out of the blue.
“It’s a slightly salty, barely sweet taste. Why?”
“But it doesn’t taste awful?”
“No, not at all. Why?”
He answered me when he moved closer, and his mouth sucked one of my cum-covered nipples into his mouth. That was freaking hot and made me writhe all over the bed. I was about to break soon and finger myself. He did it to both nipples, then proceeded to lick my tits clean of every bit of cum. When he was done, he lifted and smirked.
“I do taste pretty good, but not as good as you do. Go wash your hands and then get back here. It’s your turn. You deserve even more after the way you made me come, baby.”
I was kept from going to the bathroom for several seconds as he kissed me and shared the taste of his cum with me. I got up and stumbled weakly to the bathroom when he let go. I hurried to clean my hands. I practically ran back to the bedroom because I was so in need. He was lying on his back. He patted his upper chest.
“Climb up here and sit on my face, Meadow. I want you to ride it like I’m a horse. Rub that pussy all over it and cover my face in your cum.”
I was dripping wet. I could feel it running down my upper thighs. I got on the bed, and he helped me to straddle him. I hovered over him, hesitating. How would he breathe? He let out a growl, and then my hips were gripped, and I was jerked down on his face. He went to town. Oh my God! I’d never had anyone eat my pussy like him, and it was better than the first time he did it. I became convinced he could breathe through his ears or the man could hold his breath forever.
I tipped over the edge in no time. He didn’t slow down much before he was ramping me up again. He licked, sucked, bit, and nuzzled his barely there facial scruff into my inflamed pussy. I lost track of time, and it wasn’t until he’d made me come three, or maybe it was four times, that I had to beg for a break. He slowly rolled me off him and onto my back. I lay there gasping for air. He kissed me, so I tasted what my cum was like. Then he got up and went to the bathroom. I heard him pissing, the toilet flush, and then water running.
When he returned, I was slightly conscious. He got into bed, pulled me to him, and yanked up the sheet. He nuzzled my neck.
“Best fucking night ever. Meadow, when we finally have full-on sex, I’ll probably die.”
I giggled weakly. “Well, that’ll make two of us, Jake, because you almost killed me.”
He chuckled. “Go to sleep. I’m staying. Your sisters are old enough not to be shocked. You can’t send me home after this.”
I nodded, but my eyes were already closed, and I was slipping away. I knew I was smiling as I did.
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My first time sleeping with Iceman was an eye-opening experience. I figured he might snore or hog the bed. Or he’d be one who avoided being touched while he slept. I was wrong on all accounts. I found he was someone who wanted to touch me, and a lot of the time, that meant wrapping himself around me. He didn’t snore, but he did have roaming hands that I never knew where they’d end up. Usually, it was my tits, ass, or between my legs, cupping my pussy.
When my alarm went off at six the next morning, I wanted to stay in bed with him. I groaned as I burrowed my head under my pillow. I felt him move, and then there was a nip to my shoulder, which made me jump. Then the pillow was gone, and his hot breath was on my ear.
“Meadow, wake up, sleepyhead. It’s time to rise and shine. Come on. You can do it. I guess I know now that you’re not a morning person.” He chuckled.
“And you’re one of those annoying asses who are. Nope, that kills it. I can’t be with you. Get out,” I mumbled.
I jumped when his hand lightly spanked my ass. “Yes, you can. I’ll learn to sweeten your snarky mood. I know one way I can. Let me take a piss and get dressed, then I’ll go make coffee. You need caffeine. Just tell me where to find it.” He kissed my neck, and then he was out of bed.
As he walked to the bathroom, I said, “There are extra toothbrushes in the second drawer on the left.”
“Thank you, baby.”
I lay there with a smile as I listened to him doing his thing. He was out and dressed in less than ten minutes. Men had it so easy, and he looked like a million dollars. He came over, put one knee on the bed, and kissed me. He didn’t seem to care that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet. He made it a kiss full of tongue. When he was done, he smiled.
“I’m going to get your coffee. You need to get a move on. Where is it?”
“The cabinet above the coffee maker. I like a decent amount of creamer, which is in the fridge. But you don’t need to do it. I will.”
“No, I will, and you can concentrate on getting ready. What do you eat for breakfast?”
“I usually don’t. I take yogurt and some fruit to work. Sometimes, if I have time, I pack a lunch. But you don’t need to worry about that. I’m up,” I said as I sat up.
“We’ll be talking about your lack of breakfast later. Go,” he said before unlocking and opening the door and disappearing.
I shot out of bed and ran to the bathroom. With him as motivation, I was ready way earlier than usual. I set my clock to earlier than I needed to get up since I liked to hit snooze several times. It was clear that with him around, I wouldn’t be hitting it.
As I entered the hallway, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. My sisters would be up, doing whatever before they had classes. I didn’t know what time they started them today. We kept the schedule on the fridge. I sniffed. There was the scent of food cooking. I swore it was bacon. I hurried to the kitchen to find the three of them crowded in it since it wasn’t huge. They were chatting and working. Bacon was cooking in the oven. The table was set. Sage and Aspen were packing up what appeared to be lunches while Iceman was at the stove. I came over and peeked around him. He was making pancakes, and they looked delicious. My stomach growled.
He smiled at me. “They’ll be done in five. Can I have a kiss?”
For this, he deserved more, but since we weren’t alone, I gave him that. As I eased away from him before I stripped in front of my sisters, he winked at me. “Your cup is over there. The coffee is ready, but I didn’t pour it because I didn’t want it to get cold.”
“Thank you,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
“You’re welcome.”
“God, will you look at them, Sage? They’re so lovey-dovey, and he’s cooking after he stayed the night. You know what that means?”
“Yep. It means, Iceman and Meadow sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes—” I cut off her song when I snapped her ass with a towel. She yelped and then tried to do the same to me. It was a riotous minute until he called us to order and said it was time to eat. They got the bacon, pancakes, and a bowl of fruit to the table while I got my coffee. Sitting down together, I had to think how long it had been since a man was at the table with us—not since we’d done it long ago with Dad and Mom.
Our breakfast passed more than pleasantly. The food was good, and we discussed what we had planned for the day. He would be at a site working. I cautioned him on what not to do. The girls had classes. I had a full day of treatments at the office and then his session after work.
“I’ll text you so you know when to expect me at the compound for your session,” I told him.
“Are you alright doing it there? I can come here if you prefer,” he offered.
“No, I’m good for there. Is there a reason you don’t want to?”
“I know Scott running his mouth upset you. I thought maybe it would make him back off if you didn’t come to the clubhouse until I’m discharged. Meadow, I want to know if he says anything to you about us, no matter how minor. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll talk with him. He’s not making your work situation worse. You have enough with your bitch of a supervisor,” he declared.
“I can handle Scott. As for going to the compound, I enjoy it out there. It’s peaceful. I’ll come there.”
“Hey, if you two are an item now, then we think we should check out where you’ve been and will be hanging out. We need to make sure it’s safe for our sister. When can we see it?” Sage asked.
“When do you get out of school today?” he asked.
“We’re finished by four,” Aspen answered.
“I’m fine if you want to come with your sister. I’ll show you around, and then you can hang with the others while we do my treatment. There’s always someone in the clubhouse. You’ve met a few of them already,” he casually explained.
My sisters’ eyes landed on me. I saw their excitement and pleas. “Can we?” they asked in unison. I laughed.
“You may regret this, Iceman, but yes, you can come. I’ll pick you up here on my way. I’ll text so you’re ready. If you’re not, then you stay here,” I warned.
“We’ll be ready,” they promised at the same time.
That kind of broke up breakfast. We all scurried to get the dishes in the dishwasher and any final gathering of stuff. Iceman stayed, and he came with us when we went out the door. The girls had an older car they shared. It had been hard to find one we could scrape the money together to buy, but we did it. There was no way we could all share one. They tried to work, but I refused to let them. I wanted them to concentrate on graduating.
They were tickled when Iceman insisted on opening their car doors. He told them to be careful while I did the same. They waved as they drove off. He then walked me to my car. I glanced around but didn’t see his bike.
“Where’s your bike?”
“I didn’t bring it last night. I brought my truck. See that black one there?” He pointed so I knew which one he meant. It was much further down the lot. I nodded.
“That’s mine. It would’ve been too hard to bring the pizza and stuff on my bike.”
“Shit, I forgot that. Duh. Alright, I’ll see you tonight.”
“You will. Be careful. Call if you need anything. God, I want to kiss you right now, but I know we have to play it cool. Hopefully, no one saw me leave the apartment,” he muttered.
“Jake, I think after today and one more session, I can discharge you. At this point, and after Scott, I don’t care.”
“But I do. They can speculate that I left your place early, but they can’t prove that I didn’t stop in super early or hang out late if they saw it last night. A kiss says more. So, until tonight. Can you do my last treatment tomorrow instead of Friday?” He sounded hopeful.
“Actually, I can if you want.”
“Then let’s plan that. Once you do it, we’re free.”
“Okay, then I’ll see you tonight. Be careful.”
“You, too, babe.”
As usual, he opened my door and waited for me to pull out. I waved, and he gave me a chin lift. In the mirror, I saw him walk to his truck. I found that the closer I got to work, the more I dreaded it. I did to a degree anymore due to Joni, but now I had Scott to contend with. I wish someone would call back about my resume. I sent out more a couple of days ago.
Even with all that went on this morning with breakfast and such, I got to work earlier than usual, giving me time to ensure everything was in order in the treatment area. We were all supposed to clean up after ourselves, but some therapists were lazy and left stuff scattered all over. I was the one who ended up fixing things as soon as I got to work, even if I had to rush to do it. Today, I took my time.
I made it through my first three patients before anything happened. It was Joni. She came sashaying into the gym in her tight skirt and high heels with her nose in the air. I didn’t think a single therapist liked or respected her. She had no clue what it took to do our jobs. She was so out of touch it was crazy. I prayed wherever I ended up that they would be smart enough to have an actual therapist as the supervisor. I knew she was there for me before she said a word.
“Meadow, I need to speak to you,” she said haughtily.
“Certainly, Joni, about what?”
“In my office,” she said, then turned to walk off.
I wanted to snatch her by the back of the hair, but I didn’t. As I passed my coworkers, they rolled their eyes. It was just her luck that I was in between patients. My next one wasn’t for another forty-five minutes. I had a cancellation. Her office was a short trek from the gym. She was behind her desk when I got there.
“Close the door and have a seat,” she said sharply. Wanting to get this over with, I sat and then waited for her to tell me why I was there.
“We have had a request from our sister agency in Knoxville. It seems one of their PTs was in a car accident. He’s going to be out for several months.” She paused. I felt awful for the guy who was hurt, but I didn’t understand what that had to do with me.
“I hope he recovers soon. That’s terrible. But what does that have to do with me? I don’t know anyone out there.” A thought occurred to me. “Oh, do they have someone to replace him but want them trained? Are they sending his replacement here, and you want me to help show him the processes?” I was the main one to train new therapists.
Joni gave me a condescending smile. “No, they haven’t hired someone. It’s a waste when it’ll only be temporary. They asked if there was anyone here I could send to them for the next few months. It would require you to stay there. You’ll be put up in a hotel, so no worries about that.”
“Hold on, wait a minute, Joni. Are you saying you already told them I’d do it?”
“Yes, I did.”
“But this is the first I’ve heard of it. I can’t up and go to Knoxville or anyplace else that’s hours away from my sisters. Did you bother to ask if one of the other PTs would like to do it? I can think of a couple who might jump at the chance. I can give you their—” I was cut off by her snapping at me.
“I don’t care who they are. I picked you, and you’re going. They have coverage of an agency person until the end of the month. You’ll need to be there by February first. It’s way too expensive for them to continue to pay for a traveling PT. The others here can cover your work. Plan to be there for three months, maybe more.”
Fury filled me as I stared at her hateful, smirk-wearing face. She was doing this again due to Scott. She wanted me out of the way so he’d pay attention to her. Well, I had news for her. I wasn’t doing it. And if that meant I was fired, then so be it. I’d work as a waitress or whatever I had to in order to pay the bills until I got a new job. I was over the bullshit.
“I’m not going. You can’t make me. I refuse. Find someone who wants to go.” I stood up.
She came to her feet. Her face was turning red. “You’ll do as I say! I’m your supervisor!”
“Yeah, but you can’t force me to go to another office. I know what this is really about. It has nothing to do with the need in a sister office. It’s still the same thing it’s been for months.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
“You want Scott Harrison so badly you can’t see straight, and he won’t give you the time of day. It kills you that he likes and wants to date me. You’re being a jealous, spiteful child,” I hissed. Caution had been tossed out the window.
“How dare you say that to me!?” she shrieked.
“I’m merely speaking the truth. Everyone around here knows it. I told Scott you were hot for him, and he said it’s never happening.” Was it catty to say? Yes, but it felt good.
She let out a strangled scream and then came flying around her desk toward me. I walked to the door as I spoke. Right before she got to me, with her fist in the air, I threw the door open. There were several people gathered in the hallway. She came to an abrupt halt when she saw them.
“We’re done. And Joni, don’t ever scream or come at me like that again. Because if you do, I will defend myself with my fists.” I walked out and left the others gossiping in the hallway. She was shouting for me to come back. Fuck this.
I went straight to Director Higgins’s office. Unfortunately, his assistant, Ines, said he was in an offsite meeting. I told her that it was urgent I meet with him today and that my supervisor almost attacked me. I told her that I’d go back to my work, but if Joni came after me again, I wouldn’t take her verbally or physically abusing me. Ines was speechless and stood there with her mouth hanging open. I nodded to her, said I’d be in the gym, and then walked away.
Back in the gym, the place was buzzing. Everyone stopped talking when I walked in. Christ, had someone already run and told everyone? It sure seemed like it. Pretending I didn’t see them, I went to get my tablet so I could pull up the file on my next patient, who was due any minute. I barely had her chart open when my fellow PT, Omar, approached me.
“Meadow, are you alright?” he asked softly.
“I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“We heard you, and Joni got into it. She was screaming at you and almost hit you. Is that true?”
“Yes, it is. She’s trying to force me to go to our Knoxville location for three months or more. I told her I couldn’t, and she said she was ordering me. I told her a few truths she didn’t like.”
“This is all because she’s jealous of you,” he muttered.
“Maybe,” was all I said back.
“No, it is. She hates that Scott Harrison wants you, not her, and on top of it, she’s scared you’re after her job. She knows you can do it, and she’s terrible at it.”
“Omar, I’ve never said a word about wanting her job. Why would you think that?” I asked in surprise.
“Because she sees that the rest of us come to you all the time. Even other supervisors do. We know you’ll have the answer or will help us figure it out. If we ask her, she has no clue and won’t help us.”
I knew I felt that way about her, but I had no idea the others did, too, although I shouldn’t be surprised. Over his shoulder, I saw my patient enter the room. “Omar, I can’t talk about this right now. My next patient is here.”
“No problem, just know we’re on your side. Joni is a bitch of the first order.” He patted my arm before he walked away.