Chapter 31 #2
“Not my thing, Hal, you know that.” She scrunches her nose up at me, and I bend a bit, pressing my lips to the tip of it. “Hallie, I can’t dance.”
“A slow dance. I know you can do that, at least,” she whines, her arms locking around my neck.
Suddenly, dancing doesn’t seem so bad, not if I get a full three minutes with Hallie pressed against me.
As if my weakness has been sensed, “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac interrupts some new pop song, and I look over my shoulder to my sister, who is smiling wide as if they had planned this.
I shake my head, but slide my arm along her waist as I pull her in close.
“You’re kind of a tyrant,” I murmur against her lips, unable to stop myself from pressing them to hers.
“You love it,” she murmurs, and I don’t argue, because I do. We sway to the song for a minute or so, and I can’t seem to remember why I didn’t want to dance. Getting her all to myself for just a few minutes is exactly what I needed.
“I always loved this song,” she whispers after a bit.
I listen and let the words of the song move through me, since Hallie rarely says she likes something for no reason, without some more profound meaning.
She might play whimsical and silly, but everything she does holds meaning, from half-birthday cakes that whisper that someone means so much she wants to celebrate them twice a year, to finding and relating to a motherless deer in the woods, to keeping all of her vision boards as reminders of who she’s been and what she’s wanted over the years.
This song is no different, and when the lyrics sink in, I realize it’s the perfect song for her, about finding love but being afraid to chase it, about life changing around you and not being sure if you can handle it.
As I hold her, swaying with our friends and family around us, I can’t help but picture dancing again to this song in a different setting. When she speaks, I realize that despite all of her hesitation, we're always on the same page.
“I want this to be our wedding song,” she murmurs into my chest. My heart races with her words and the meaning behind them, at the acceptance in them, at the trust they hold.
“Promise?” I ask, looking down at her. She tips her head back and gives me the softest, sweetest look I’ve ever seen in my life, and somehow, I fall even harder.
“Forever,” she whispers. She’s been drinking, but she’s not blackout drunk, just loose and carefree, and I know that this is a confession in a moment of openness, a moment when her walls are completely down.
“I love you,” I tell her, and then my lips crash down to hers. Her arms move to wrap around my neck, to hold me close and deepen the kiss. We’re no longer dancing, just standing and kissing as the song fades off.
“Get a room!” my sister calls from behind me, and I let out a small laugh.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Hallie says with a lifted eyebrow, and that’s all the encouragement I need.
As I did weeks ago in this bar, without a goodbye to anyone, I head for the door.
But unlike last time, I do it with Hallie over my shoulder, our friends and families cheering behind us as we go.
We’re barely a block from the bar when she starts.
“I’m so hot, Jesse,” she whispers, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my neck.
“We’ll be home soon.” I put a hand on her knee and squeeze. She reaches down, grabbing and slowly sliding it up her soft thigh until I reach her center.
Her bare center.
“Jesus fuck, Hallie. When did you do this?”
She giggles, the sound going breathy as, unable to stop myself, my finger slides along her center. Her hips shift to try and get more, and she’s already soaked.
“When you walked around the truck. You took a while chatting with Madden.”
Madd had called out to us when we were almost to the car, waving me down because Hallie’s purse was left on the table when I carried her out.
“You took your panties off while I was talking to my brother?” I ask, wanting to sound aghast but unable to as my fingers slide up, circling her clit, and her breath catches.
“Gotta do what you gotta do.” Her hand shifts, moving to my crotch, where I’m already growing hard, and strokes me through my jeans. “You don’t seem to mind much.”
“You’re in my truck, no panties on, wet as fuck, and we’re heading home to an empty house. No, I’m not complaining.” She lets out a laugh that moves to a moan as I slide one finger inside her, then back out.
“You know, I think you deserve a prize for being so responsible tonight,” she murmurs. Before I can question what she means, her hand is moving up to the button of my jeans and deftly undoing it.
“Hallie,” I say, a warning with no heat behind it. A warning she ignores, which is no surprise. Instead, she undoes my zipper, then slides her hand beneath my underwear. “Hallie.”
This time, it’s more of a sigh as she wraps her hand around me, then pulls my cock out as I drive out of town toward the farm.
I allow myself to glimpse down for just a moment at her small, soft hand that is wrapped around me, then tugging gently.
A bead of precum is already on the tip, and I groan as she dips her head to lick the tip.
Never in my life have I been more grateful I have this shitty old truck with a bench seat instead of a fancier model with a center console than I am right now.
I’m even more grateful as her head dips further, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock and sucking.
A strained breath leaves me, and I wage an internal battle.
I should tell her to stop, to be responsible, and wait until we get home.
But as her head lowers, bobbing over me, lips sliding down, I can’t find the words to get her to stop.
“Hallie,” I say, my voice low, forcing my hips not to lift and go deeper as my fingers grip the wheel tightly. After a few sucks, she pops off and looks at me.
“Come on, Jesse. Take what you need.” Then she reaches up, taking my hand and putting it on her head before sliding down on me, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat as we turn onto the King property, thankful that the rest of the drive is so familiar, I could probably drive it with my eyes closed, not that I’ll be doing that.
I keep my fingers in her hair, but don’t tug, don’t push her deeper, don’t fuck her face the way she clearly is asking for. Instead, I make it to my house, park out front, then turn the key to kill the engine, a bit of relief.
“Come on. Inside,” I demand, and she pulls back and shakes her head.
“I’m not ready,” she mewls, then shifts, her knees going to the bench seat, ass tipping up, back arching as she moves to lick the tip of my cock again before sinking her head.
When I look over, her skirt is bunched at her waist, and I hit the overhead lights to get a better view of her peach-shaped ass in the air as she sucks me off.
Fucking magnificent.
I slide my fingers into her hair and pull, then press her back down, giving her what she wants.
She moans around me as my other hand reaches over, sliding down her back and between her legs to finger her.
My head falls back, my eyes drifting shut as I fall into my own personal form of heaven: Hallie’s wet pussy on my fingers, her mouth around my cock, her muffled, needy moans filling the space.
I could easily come like this.
But I have bigger plans for tonight, so I pull her head back, her eyes watering and lips puffy as she looks at me, and I groan at the sight, my resolve weakening.
My hand reaches up, brushing the spit along her lip before sliding my fingers, wet from her, into her mouth.
She laps at them greedily, sucking the same way she did on my cock, and I groan again.
I need to get her inside.
Now.
Sliding my fingers out of her mouth, I tuck my cock back into my pants, though I don’t bother with redoing the button or zipper.
“Get inside, strip down, and bend over the couch.” She looks at me dazed, brows furrowing.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you on that couch, Hallie.
No one’s home, I’m taking you there first. So go inside, strip down, and wait for me bent over the arm of the couch.
” Her eyes lit, hearing the first way I hoped.
We have the house to ourselves tonight. I plan for it to be the first of many.
Hallie licks her lips, grins, and then nods.
“Okay,” she says, then shifts, tugging her skirt down a bit and stepping out of the truck before moving quickly to the house.
I move slowly behind her, watching the door slam behind her, and the lights flick on, then laughing when the green fabric of her skirt hits the glass of the front window.
By the time I make it inside, Hallie is nowhere to be seen, but there is a trail of clothes leading toward the living room.
Quickly, I take off my boots, hang my jacket, and then strip off my shirt.
Reaching into my pocket for my wallet, I grab the condom I slid in there, replacing it after Vermont.
Hallie’s on the pill, and I am desperate to feel her tighten around me without anything between us, but I don’t think tonight is the night to tell her I want to fuck her bare and hope her birth control holds.
Or that if it doesn’t, that’s a risk I’m willing to take with her.
Baby steps with my Hallie.
So instead, I palm the small packet as I move through my house and slip off my jeans and underwear as I do until I’m in the living room, where I told her to wait for me.
The sight takes my breath away.
Hallie bends over the arm of the couch I’ve dreamt about fucking her on for weeks, legs splayed, hips rocking as she moans, her fingers working her clit.
I stand there for a few moments as she slides her fingers into her, fucking herself with two fingers before moving back to her clit.
The sounds she makes are breathy and needy.
“Fuck,” I groan, standing to watch the show for a moment, wrapping my hand around my cock to stoke it. One day in the far future, I’ll come like this—jacking off while Hallie fingers herself bent over the couch, ending it by spilling over her back.
But not tonight. I need to be inside her far too much.
And especially not when she looks over her shoulder at me, moans louder at the sight of me stroking myself, and then gives me wide pleading eyes before speaking. “Please, Jesse.”
Another pained moan leaves my lips as I take long strides to her, unwrapping and rolling on the condom in record time.
But instead of slamming in deep, I move to my knees behind her.
My hands move to her ass, tipping and spreading her, her toes barely on the floor as I lean in and eat her pussy.
My tongue dives in deep, and her fingers continue to work her clit.
I groan into her as she tightens around me, and my fingers bruise the flesh of her as I grip her tighter as she screams my name, coming hard and fast.
Before she’s even finished, I move to standing, grab my cock, and slide into her hard and fast. Her head snaps back, and she cries out, her cunt pulsing around me as she continues to come or maybe comes again.
I don’t know, and I don’t care.
I’m already so fucking close after hours of torturous foreplay followed by the last ten minutes in my truck.
“This one’s going to be quick,” I say, sliding out and then slamming back in.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Such a fucking tease,” I groan as her hips back into me, back arching, hands in the cushion of the couch.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this. This pussy is so fucking good, Hallie.
” She tightens around me, and I clench my jaw, then shift her a bit so her clit will rub against the arm of the couch she’s bent over.
“Fuck!” she shouts as I pound into her, my hand sliding up her back to her neck, then wrapping her copper strands around my hand. Her head moves back, and I tug, a deep, guttural moan leaving her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I let out a groan.
Sometimes, Hallie likes it soft and sweet.
Sometimes, she needs it rough, and it seems this is one of those nights.
I continue to fuck into her, her hips bucking back into me, tipping and taking me deeper, before I can’t hold out any longer. “Get there, Hallie,” I grit out, my balls drawing up as the orgasm starts to become imminent.
“Jesse.”
“Fucking get there, Hallie.”
“Jesse.” It’s a more frantic sound, filled with need and tinged with panic as she tightens around me.
I tug on her hair again, and she gasps.
“Fucking get there, Hallie,” I demand, my hand pulling back to come down hard on her ass, the slap echoing in the room.
That’s what it does.
Her entire body tightens before she comes, the sound starting with a J before melting into a scream, and her entire body shakes with her orgasm.
That’s what sends me over the edge, slamming in deep one last time and coming hard and long into her, my body collapsing over hers. My arms on the couch are the only thing stopping me from crushing her as I pepper kisses along her neck.