Chapter 8
Laida
After my shower, I put my hair in a long braid, tossed on some sweats that hung off my hips and a sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder.
I was dressing to flirt with him, and I didn’t know whether that was a good idea or a bad one.
After the second kiss, though, and his hand on my knee… my body was awake.
When I stepped downstairs, he was sitting in front of the woodstove in the living room, putting a log on the fire.
There was something comforting about seeing him there, like he belonged there, at home.
Even though it was June, the late evenings still felt cool enough for a fire.
The warmth of it made the room feel cozy like a fall evening. I decided to grab his attention. “Hey…”
He looked up from where he was sitting. His eyes opened wider as he looked me up and down, then said, “…Hey, I hope you don’t mind. I started a fire. This old house can be a bit drafty, even in June.”
“I don’t mind at all. Thanks, Jesse.” I liked saying his name and I liked the way he smiled when I said it. “Not a sound from R-U-S-T-Y?” I spelled out his name because dogs have mega hearing capabilities, and I just knew he would wake up if he heard it.
Jesse chuckled, quietly. “No, I could hear him snoring again, just a few minutes ago. I bet this is the best sleep he’s had in a long time.”
I grabbed two glasses, a bottle of Dandelion wine, and sat down on the floor next to him. Jesse is gorgeous. Hazel brown eyes that held untold stories stared into the fire. He’s built, but I guess he has to be in his line of work. I can’t imagine carrying people out of burning buildings.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“This…” I poured him a glass and then mine, “… is Dandelion wine. It’s incredible.”
He smelled it and then had a drink. “Honey…”
Grinning, I said, “It does have a honey-like flavor.”
“It’s really good, Laida.” I watched him drink it fast. “More…”
“Slow down, buddy. If you’re anything like me, wine, even white wine, will put you on your ass.”
He snickered, “I can handle it. Don’t worry.”
Jesse and I sat talking about everything from past relationships, jobs, and family, for hours. “Jesse, I am so sorry you went through that. I can’t imagine losing your girlfriend and best friend on the same night. What a mind fuck to walk in on them.”
He looked down at his glass, swirling his wine while he spoke.
“It’s alright. I’ve made my peace with it, I think.
” He finally looked up at me and continued.
“I haven’t seen either of them. I don’t even know if they’re still together.
That’s when I sort of dove headfirst into my work and immersed myself in it.
The adrenaline from fighting fires helps take the edge off, with the stress around my personal life. I get lonely.”
“Well, if adrenaline was what you were looking for, you found it. So dangerous.”
“It is, but it’s also rewarding. Enough about me. I’m sorry you were with someone that didn’t make time for you. That’s hard.”
I waved him off. “It was overdue. Everything happens for a reason, right? Now look! I’m back here in Whispering Pines. New home. New dog…” We laughed. “…new frrriend…” I drew out that last part.
He was staring at me. “Laida. I…”
“It’s the wine. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said it like that.
” I laughed nervously and was sure he thought I was nuts.
“I’m going to…” before I could finish, he leaned in and kissed me.
An explosion of feelings set off in my body, like stars colliding with each other.
He backed away for a minute. I said in a whisper, “You kiss me like you’re starving. ”
He smiled as his hand cradled the side of my face before he leaned in and kissed me again.
“Because I am. For you.” The kiss was deep and warm, and I liked the taste of him.
I reached for his shoulders and climbed into his lap, straddling him.
His hands reached down to my ass and pulled me into him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting a moan slip against his mouth until he let out a low grunt.
His cock was getting hard, and I could feel it throbbing through his pants.
Grinding on him made it even harder. His lips moved from my mouth to my neck, down to the valley between my tits, and my body was on fire.
The heat of the fireplace mixed with the heat inside my body was almost too much to take.
I could feel his length through his pants. It was impressive and only spurred me on. He moved his hands under my sweatshirt and caressed my back before bringing them to my tits and massaging them. When he clutched my hips again, he gripped them hard, helping me rub against him.
“Harder.” The word slipped out impulsively.
With a deep groan, he said, “Fuck, I need to be inside you, Laida. Tell me you want it, too.”
I did, more than he could have known. I admitted, “I want it, too, Jesse. Fuck me.”
That was all he needed. He reached over and closed the woodstove door, depriving it of oxygen to breathe, the same way he was depriving me of oxygen just by having his hands on me. I never felt like I could breathe around him. My stomach was flipping, and I had an ache that only he could fix.
He stood and easily lifted me with him. After carrying me upstairs to my room, he set me down on the bed, lifting my shirt over my head.
“Lay back,” he instructed. I did as I was told as he pulled my sweats down.
“No panties? Naughty girl. You planned this all night.” I bit my lip but only responded with a grin.
I could feel a blush creeping on my cheeks.
He pulled his jeans and boxers down in one motion, revealing his hard, vein-wrapped cock.
The longer I stared, the harder it got, and the more I ached.
Taking his shirt off revealed his chiseled body.
When my eyes finally moved to his, he was grinning.
I suddenly had the urge to see what he tastes like.
I pulled myself up and knelt in front of him, eyeing the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his dick.
“Laida…”
Before he could finish, I cut him off, licking the bead and taking him in my mouth.
He groaned, making me take as much of his length as I could without tearing up.
His smell was intoxicating. I cupped his balls with my hand, wrapping my fingers and gave him a subtle tug as I swirled my tongue around him.
The sounds he made grew deeper until he let out, “Fuck…so sexy. Fffuck.” I was satisfied with myself, knowing that I could make him feel so good.
It was a power we could both enjoy. He ran his hands into my hair, gently guiding my head to show me how he wanted to be sucked.
Fucking my mouth with every groan and buck of his hips, his jaw hung open, lost in the moment.
He fixed his eyes on me, taking all of him in, testing my gag reflex.
The grip he had on my hair, the way my head tingled, only made me wetter, and want to suck him more.
I imagined his thrusts inside me, and moaned around his cock.
Jesse took a deep breath and said, “You gotta stop or I’ll come.” I looked up at him with a smirk as he caressed my face. “Get your ass up on that bed.”
Lightly giggling, I wiped my mouth and stood, eagerly climbing into bed. I wanted this man. Jesse moved between my legs and slowly pushed them apart, kissing the inside of each thigh. A soft whisper, begging, “Please, Jesse,” was all I could offer.
Gliding the head of his cock up and down my pussy, he said, “You’re so fucking wet for me,” and coated his cock, using me to lubricate himself. After a few more strokes, the head of his cock slid deep inside, stretching me fully open. I gasped and clutched the bed sheet. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I reached for his face, pulling him down to kiss me. When I did, he pushed all the way in, making me gasp on his lips. He stilled himself and asked, “Ready for me?”
“Yes. Please…”
Jesse pulled out of me slowly, leaving just the head in before pumping back into me, harder, over and over as he kissed me.
It felt like I couldn’t stretch anymore.
His hot cock throbbing inside me made me grip his arms and clench my pussy.
Muscular, veiny arms wrapped around me. I wanted to grind my clit on them.
My moans intensified when Jesse flipped me onto my side, bringing one of my legs between his own, and resting the other on his shoulder.
Just when I thought he couldn’t go any deeper, he did, until I felt an intensity building inside me.
He was sending me over the edge. My head tingled again and my body shook. “Jesse… I’m…”
Every vein along his shaft pulsed as he thrusted at a steady pace and said, “I can feel you…quivering. Don’t come yet, pretty girl.” I didn’t know how I was supposed to stop. He pulled out, settled himself against the headboard, and instructed, “Sit here and slide down.”
I straddled him and reached between us to grip his dick, rubbing him back and forth between my parted lips.
His balls pressed against my ass when I slid down hard.
My arms wrapped around his neck. A groan came from somewhere deep inside him.
Burying his face between my perky tits, he thrusted into me, clutching my ass and pulling me down onto him, harder.
I bit my lip to stop myself from squealing and braced myself.
Jesse took an erect nipple into his mouth and sucked, sending waves of tingling sensations down my spine, travelling all over my body. We shifted from fucking to a slow grind until I wanted to explode. A wave coursed through me. He asked, “You ready to come for me?” as if he didn’t know.
I leaned my head back, gasping, “Yes, Jesse…”
He picked up his pace. The sounds of our sweaty skin slapping together sent me over the edge.
I let out a cry…a scream… a moan… every sound that I could possibly make, I did.
Then he claimed me, telling me, “Let me feel your creamy pussy come, Laida, it’s mine.
” His cock swelled even harder as his muscles flexed and tensed.
I knew he was about to erupt and wrapped my arms around him for support.
“Fuck…,” was all he could say as he drove deeper into me a few more times, with his cock pulsating over and over, until I felt him throb and fill me.
We collapsed on each other, limp with exhaustion in each other’s arms.
Eventually, I slid off him and laid down. Breathing heavily, he laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. My head landed on his chest. Looking up at him, I caressed his face with my hand. We kissed again as we came down from our orgasmic high.