16. Crop circle vs corn maze
CROP CIRCLE VS CORN MAZE
Ro
I weave back and forth on my bike, a silly grin plastered to my face under my helmet as I shoot down the highway after Lor.
She didn’t put her hair up, so it streams behind her, a beam of silver shimmering in the sun.
She’s bent low over her bike, back straight and ass perched on the seat in a way that looks so bite-able my mouth waters.
I have no idea where we’re going, as usual, but it doesn’t bother me.
I’ve loved spending so much time with her lately.
One time, my ass.
I snort at the thought. That woman will never be out of my system, and I can tell she still feels the tension between us, too.
It’s obvious in the way her gaze tracks me, the shivers and goosebumps that spread over her skin anytime I’m near, how her breath hitches when I stretch, and her eyes stick on my lip ring.
She’s good for my ego, that’s for sure. Not that it needs any boosting.
Unsurprisingly, Lor turns off the highway onto a random side road and we zig-zag our way through the countryside. Fields of corn beyond deep ditches line either side of the road, and the sun is high above us. Lor eventually pulls over, nothing special in sight, and I pull up next to her.
She looks tense, her body stiff as she pulls off her helmet. We’re in the middle of a random stretch of road, and her top lip pulls into a grimace when she turns and inspects the corn taller than we are. This is where she needed to go?
I’m confused, but I’m down for anything if Lor is involved.
“So. Corn, or corn?” I ask, pointing one finger across the road in front of us and jerking my other thumb over my shoulder.
“Funny,” Lor grates between clenched teeth.
Her spine is rigid and her breathing seems shallow.
I narrow my eyes as she carefully steps partway down the ditch before leaping across the more narrow bottom.
Next thing I know, she’s disappearing between the stalks, and my demon is perking up in my chest at the prospect of chasing her through a cornfield.
I let out a jubilant shout and leap across the ditch, then into the line of corn. My demon is intent on stalking his prey as I follow the glimpses of swaying hips weaving between tall plants a dozen feet in front of me.
I’m starting to get concerned, wondering how far we’re going and if she actually has a destination in mind, when I step into what has got to be a crop circle.
“Oh, hell yeah,” I say.
I raise one hand to shade my eyes as I dart my gaze around, taking in the cylindrical shape of smashed greenery and displaced dirt.
We’re surrounded on all sides by tall, happy corn waving in the breeze, and then there’s this crop-circle-alien-crash-site business stretching out in front of me.
Lor is already picking her way across the ground up earth, inspecting the dirt as she goes.
“Are we hunting aliens?” I call over to Lor, excitement clear in my voice as I spring after her.
Lor freezes, then straightens and turns back to me.
“What?”
“Aliens!” I say, raising my voice so she can hear over the wind swishing through the corn.
Lor stares at me for a moment, then shakes her head as she crouches back down. It looks more like a ‘you’re ridiculous’ head shake than a ‘no’ head shake, though.
I shrug.
Whatever, she can keep her secrets. I’d let her have all the glory if we do find evidence of aliens, I’m just happy to be along for the ride.
I start scanning the ground, choosing a spot away from her so we can cover more of it together, but I don’t see any footprints other than my own.
There’s no burn marks from a landing craft or lasers or anything, but then if they had technology to land here, I guess they’d be beyond leaving signs that obvious.
A glimmer catches my eye and I swoop down to check it out, but it’s just a sparkly rock. It’s pretty though, so I pocket it, then continue my slow search, eyes scanning back and forth as I carefully step around the alien landing zone.
I jump when my mom’s ringtone belts from my pocket, and flit my eyes to Lor as I pull it out. She glances up at me in confusion, but goes back to shoveling dirt into her sack without comment.
Hmm, are we not looking for aliens? Or did she find a clue in the dirt?
“Hey, Mom,” I say, answering the video call.
“Foras Astaroth Cromwell.”
“Wait, what? I didn’t do anything!”
“It has been far too long since you’ve called your mother,” she scolds.
“I’m pretty sure I called you two days ago.”
“Oh,” she says, then looks off screen when I hear my dad in the background confirming that we did, in fact, talk two days ago. “Right, well. Hello, darling!”
“Hi, Mom.” I roll my eyes, but grin regardless.
“What on earth are you doing in a cornfield, dear?”
“Oh! We’re alien hunting!”
My dad’s face pops into the screen next to hers and I spin around, showing them the landing site and Lor a dozen strides behind me.
“Either that or we’re researching crop circles. I haven’t quite figured it out yet.”
“Well that sounds wonderful,” my mom says. “And who is this we? The lovely lady I see back there?”
“That’s Lor,” I say, turning to her. “Hey, Lor!”
She looks up and I hold my phone higher, pointing to it with the other hand for good measure.
“It’s my parents, wave!”
She squints at me, then raises her hand to shield her eyes. I consider that good enough, and my parents seem to as well, calling hello to her even though she can’t hear them so far away. Corn stalks are surprisingly loud when it’s breezy.
“Is this the lady you’ve been stuck on?” my dad asks.
I flush and nod, rubbing a hand against the back of my neck.
“A corn maze wouldn’t be my first choice, but to each their own,” my mom interjects.
“It’s not a corn—”
“I hope you brought protection, dear. We can tell you’re smitten, so you better be treating her right. Don’t forget that aftercare is important, even if you are in a corn maze.”
“We’re not—”
“Your mother’s right,” Dad interrupts, but then my mom cuts him off, pushing further into the frame.
“We’ll let you get back to it!” she says with a wild cackle, then turns to my dad. He immediately crashes his lips to hers, and she drops the phone. I hang up before I get an eyeful of something I don’t want to see.
“Wow,” Lor says from right behind me, making me jump. “Your parents are a trip. I can see where you get it from.”
“Ah, yeah,” I say, a rueful tilt to my lips as I wonder how much to say, and what all she heard. I ruffle my hand through the back of my perpetually messy hair as I continue. “They’re both demons too, but, uh..”
Lor cocks her head, her eyebrows raised. She’s actually interested? My heart skips and I dive in.
“Yeah, they’re sex demons.”
Lor blinks once, twice, then stares at me.
“Sex demons.” Her voice is skeptical, so I continue before she decides to write me off as a liar or something. Stealing, yes. Fires, sure. Lying? Not if I can help it.
“Yeah, but I’m not. A sex demon, that is.
I didn’t inherit those particular urges.
Not that I don’t like sex! Obviously, I mean, of course I like sex,” I say, my entire face and neck flushing.
I try to pass it off as heat from the sun by fanning my face with my hand, but I don’t think it works.
I have never been this flustered around someone before; normally, I’m a pretty smooth talker.
A slow, devious smile blooms across Lor’s lips, and I back away from her a couple steps. At the same time, my dick starts to lengthen. I hope she doesn’t notice the half-chub in my pants, but her eyes are darting between mine, so I think it’s safe for now.
“You’re nervous.”
“I—no,” I stammer.
“You are. Why are you nervous talking about sex?”
“I’m not! I love se—talking! Talking… about sex. Why—why wouldn’t I?”
Lor is nodding, sinful smile nowhere to be seen, and taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. My eyes widen with each step.
She drops her bag to the ground and raises one hand, reaching out to place her pointer and middle finger in the center of my chest. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape.
Her nails are painted a deep, rich purple, almost black, and she walks her fingers up my chest to the hollow of my throat as she speaks, her voice low and seductive.
“You need to get it out of your system again?” she asks.
My now fully hard dick twitches in my pants and I gulp, my chin tilted up to get away from her dangerous fingers. But all she does is scratch them lightly along my jaw before threading them through my hair at the nape of my neck and tilting her head.
Waiting for an answer, I realize.
I jerk my head in a nod, and one corner of her lips turns up.
“Use your words,” she practically purrs, and my cock gives another valiant attempt to free itself.
“Yes,” I rasp, “Yes, I want you. I need you, Lor.”
She hums low in her throat, then the hand in my hair fists and pulls my mouth down to hers.
I meet her readily, my lips already parted, tongue ready to dance with hers as she pulls me closer.
I drop my phone to the dirt and my hands find her hips, then the bare skin of her waist. How is she so fucking silky?
Lor nips my bottom lip and then soothes it with her tongue. I groan into her mouth, pulling her tighter against me and shoving one thigh between her legs. Soft and warm, her tongue slicks against mine and I lose myself to her drugging kiss.
Too soon, we part for breath, and she looks around. I’m panting, light-headed, but who needs oxygen when Lor is an option?
“Not here,” she says, and I let out the saddest whimper I’ve ever heard.
I’m not even ashamed, because it makes Lor smile again. She pats my cheek, then turns and swipes up her bag before sauntering back toward the corn. My eyes are glued to her ass, so perky and round in those tight black pants. I should have grabbed it while I had the chance.