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Into the Night

By: mtnman2003



Growing up in a small town was a tedious experience in my life. The only child, a son of a hard working single mom did not seem to fit in a rural community of large families. Brothers or sisters were always my wish growing up. And a father! I would have prostituted myself to have a real father. 

Mom did well for herself. She single handily raised me from the time I was 8. Plenty of food, clothes, and some entertainment made our lives pleasant. But I was missing something. As I grew older, I got involved in sports in school. I was blessed with size and ability. Mom told stories of my dad, how he was the big man on campus during college. Star athlete. I took after him she always said. Big, strong, a real looker she continued to tell me.

Mom was just barely 19 when she had me. A party in college resulted in more than just a new boyfriend. They were married shortly after meeting, both finished college although I continue to hear about the struggles they endured. Mom is still a very attractive woman. I have wondered about her as I grew older. A small town is not extremely conducive to a selection of eligible men. Mom did have a boyfriend or two, but nothing ever became long term. With a small house, my bedroom sharing a wall with mom, I know she was not aware of how much audio traveled between the walls.

As I matured, turning from boy to young man, with all the trimmings and constant boners, I suddenly found myself lying on my bed at night, listening to my mom. Her groans, moans, and other noises, if nothing else, intrigued me. And these were when she was alone. As I learned more about my own masturbation, it dawned on me that my mom was doing the same things to herself. I would lay awake many nights, waiting for my mom to retire. God I hoped she would be in a mood to please herself each night. I had stroked myself many times to her noises emanating from her room through the wall.

I turned 18 in mid September of my senior year. Mom was dating a local guy she met at the Chamber of Commerce. Nothing special as far as I could tell, but they were good together. After several months, he awkwardly spent the evening at our house. By bed time, he was not making any overtures to leave. 

"Good night mom. Night Glen," I said as I was off to my room. Not long afterwards, I heard noises from my mom's room. They were definitely in process of making love.

"Yeah baby, fuck me, fuck me hard! Deeper," I heard my mom grunting to Glen. Within seconds, everything went quiet. 

Then "Jesus Glen," I heard my mom state. Quickly thereafter, I heard my mom's bedroom door open, and steps leading down the hall and down the stairs. Voices, then the front door shut. I listened intently. Nothing. I jumped up, threw on some athletic shorts, and headed down stairs. My mom, sitting at the breakfast counter, her head bowed, held in her hands, seemed to be crying softly. I approached, reaching to her. I closed the distance between my out stretched arm and pulled her close. She turned to me, snuggling herself against my chest.

"Everything ok mom," I asked softly.

"Yes baby," she replied. I held her close against my bare skin of my chest. She snuggled closer.

Leaning back slightly, she looked intently at my chest. "Where did all that hair come from son," she laughed. "Why, when do you go and grow up on me?" she continued.

"Ah mom," I said. As I looked down at her, I leaned to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. Her arms extended to my waist, her hands resting on my hip bones. As I stood again, a noticeable bulge displayed itself in the front of my shorts, just over a foot from my mom's face. Her eyes focused on my crotch. An eternity passed. Hesitating, I wanted my mom. I got harder, my shorts rising even more. I pulled her forward, pulling her again to my chest. This time, my cock pressed upwards, hard, flat against me, but pinned between us. She felt it's hardness between us as well. 

Nothing was said. I held her. Her hand slid down my backside, cupping my ass. She squeezed softly, gently. She pulled me closer, our bodies pressing tighter together. She moaned deeply. I stroked her hair, reaching to her shoulders. I pushed her down slowly, pushing her head down toward my hard cock. Seconds passed. I could feel her warm breath through the material of my shorts. Her face was next to me. I could not see her eyes, but wondered if she was looking at the bulge in my shorts. 

Her hand slid from behind my body, slowly, but steadily. Her fingertips started tracing the outline of my cock. My body involuntarily thrust upwards. Her hand and fingers wrapped around the girth of my cock. Slowly, she slid her hand down, grabbing tighter, she pushed her hand upwards. "Oh shit baby," she groaned. She pulled my cock against her mouth through my shorts. She groaned deeper.

I reached to the waist band, pushing them down quickly, exposing my cock and balls. Mom was lost in watching my cock. "Jesus fucking Christ," she groaned. She inhaled deeply. Her tongue reached out, touching the side of my cock as her hand grasp the base, her fingers wrapping tightly around him. She licked up the side, reaching the head. Pulling him away from my body, she leaned back and kissed the head, licking her tongue into the eye. She licked her lips, and pulled me toward the soft mouth. Her mouth opened wide, the head of my cock disappearing between her lips. I reached, my hand and fingers intertwining her hair. I pulled her head forward slowly, penetrating her mouth with my cock gently. Inch after inch disappeared into her mouth. 

Her tongue was dancing around my cock. Saliva coated my cock as she withdrew. With each pull on my ass, she drove her mouth farther down my shaft. She grabbed my balls, twirling them in her soft grasp. Urgency filled her. She was groaning louder. I pushed myself hard against her mouth. My other hand also grabbed the back of her head. I pushed forward hard. My cock was now buried balls deep in her mouth and throat. My hips thrust forward hard, pulled back, and thrust again. Mom met each thrust, hungrily sucking me deep. Piston like, I pulled myself away, and thrust again. I had to cum. I needed to release my hot, sticky cum. I wanted my mom to suck me dry. 

I fucked her face hard, driving my cock deep with each thrust. My balls tightened. My cock expanded. Eyes shut tightly, muscles tense, abdomen drawn tight, I arched my hips, driving my cock deep, grinding her face on me, I erupted. I shot spurt after spurt of cum into my mom's throat. I lost thought. I focused on cumming. Mom kept sucking me, drinking my cum, draining my balls. Minutes passed, my cock began deflating. Mom continued to suck. My cock head grew sensitive as mom chewed on the raw meat. My legs grew weak, buckled slightly. My head was filled with cobwebs. My mind was running at break neck speed. I had just face fucked my beautiful mom.

"Oh God baby, I'm so sorry," my mom was whispering. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" she kept repeating.

I leaned to her, kissed her softly on the lips, caressing her face. "I love you mom," I whispered. I scooped her up in my arms, holding her firmly and headed up the stairs. She snuggled in against me, her head on my shoulder, her warm breath running over my neck.

I entered my room, crossed quickly, and laid her gently on my bed. I stretched out beside her, my leg between hers, my thigh against her mound. I wrapped her up in my arms, my lips found hers. I kissed her again. My tongue reached for hers, finding her, tasting her. My hand caressed her tit, sliding down her body, reaching under her teddy, and up her exposed skin. Her skin, so soft, supple. My fingers danced their way upwards, reaching the underside of her breast. I looked into her eyes, searching. Her breathing halted as my fingers reached her nipple. I rolled the stiff nipple between my finger and thumb firmly. Mom moaned, her eyes closed, her head titled back. Slow, deliberate breathing. I lifted the material up, away from her breasts. I leaned to flick my tongue over her nipple, wetting the skin. I blew cool air over her, her nipple standing, tightening against the cool breath. Again mom moaned.

I sucked her breast into my mouth, sucking as much tit as I could into my mouth, raking my teeth gently over the skin. I sucked hard, my tongue massaging her firmness. My fingers squeezed the tit, extending it higher, wanting more to be sucked. Releasing her tit, my hand slid quickly down her body. I found her mound, my fingers tracing the slit, penetrating quickly to find a wet, slippery clit. I flicked it back and forth under my finger. Mashing the sensitive skin gently between her body and my finger, I rubbed back and forth quickly, with an urgency to make her cum. I wanted to feel her body surrender, to cum under my touch. I would tease her slit, sliding my finger down to her hole, rimming her, and then return to her clit. Mom was absorbing all the sensations. Eyes closed, breathing labored, she was putty in my hands. Her hand stroked my cock slowly when she had the mind too. But I focused her thoughts on her clit. I pushed her towards cumming at my hand.

I started kissing down her torso. I could hear my finger making juice noises as it spread her lips, raking over her exposed clit. I continued my quick journey down her body. Leaning to her, I attacked her clit with my mouth and tongue. Her hips thrust upwards, her cunt begging to capture her attacker. Short, quick arches, she thrust her hips against my mouth. Her hands pushed my face deeper between her folds. I licked, sucking her juices into my mouth. My tongue slowly, deliberately, slid down her crack, finding her soaked hole. I pushed my face into her body, my tongue penetrating as deep as it would go. I rimmed her hole, thrust my tongue deep, and returned to her clit, again sucking it into my mouth. As I held it between my teeth, my tongue forced it side to side quickly, mashing it against the inside of my teeth firmly. Her body arched. My hands held her tightly by the hip bones, pulling her willing body to me, grinding for each inch of tongue, each flick of my tongue over her sensitive clit. I sucked, licked, and played hard. 

"Yes baby, mommy's almost there," she grunted. Arching high, tiny, short thrusts against my face, breath held, mom came hard. Her legs clamped hard around my head. Her body writhed under my mouth. "Yes!" she screamed. I continued to suck her, to lash at the clit with my tongue. I slowed my assault, my tongue gently flicking her clit, allowing her to catch her breath. Her body relaxed, breathing returned. I slid a finger into her hole, forcing it deep with a quick thrust of my hand.

"Oh fuck," screamed mom, her eyes flying open, staring at me between her legs. I hammered her soft cunt hard, driving my finger deep, quickly retreating, and jamming it deep again. I stopped movement. I sucked her clit back into my mouth again. With just a few flicks of my tongue, I made mom cum a second time. I slowed my sucking, playfully dancing my tongue over her slit. I licked my way up her body. As I moved upwards, I drew her legs up with my shoulders.

Kissing her, pinning her legs high, I pushed forward, my cock penetrating her tight cunt. With several thrusts, several withdrawals, I was able to bury myself completely in her willing body. I stroked myself slowly, allowing each inch to be felt. We fucked gently, grinding our bodies together, our pubic bones touching. I lifted her ass under me, driving myself deep. We fucked. As the orgasm built in my balls, I started thrusting with renewed vigor, driving my cock deep and hard into my mom. She intently watched me, feeling me hammer her tight cunt. Thrust after thrust, I buried my cock. My balls tightened for the second time. Driving deep, I held her, grinding myself against her body. My balls exploded, sending my cum out my cock into her hungry cunt. Spurt after spurt filled her. Our bodies melded together, feeling each spurt. We wrapped ourselves close, her legs pulling me tight to her. We rested.

I was dreaming. A warm, wet tongue was licking my cock. Lips were gently sucking the head into the willing mouth. My cock was growing hard, filling with desire. Each suck into the mouth was bringing me to my senses. Looking at the clock, it was 1am. My mind raced. Groggy, my mind reviewed the events of the evening. But I was not dreaming. Reaching down, I found my mom attacking my flaccid cock, bringing life back to my monster.

Pushing the covers off, I could just see the outline. Light, I needed light. I reached to the lamp beside the bed. With a click, the room filled with a soft light. Mom continued to suck me, raising to her knees. Pulling her mouth off me, she looked at me waking from my slumber.

"Baby, I just finished a shower. Are you ready for mommy to fuck you again?" she queried. I grinned from ear to ear. 

"I'm yours mom," I responded.

"Good baby, cuz mom needs you," she whispered. "Your cock is a man's cock baby," she continued. "Momma's going to ride you this time baby," she said as she opened wide and literally swallowed my cock. I reached to her, pulling her body up towards me. I lifted her leg, having her straddle my face. I pulled myself into her cunt, my tongue reaching to her clit. Spreading her legs slightly, she lowered her cunt to my waiting lips. I breathed in her muskiness, and sucked her clit into my mouth. My hands reached around her hip, grabbing her cheeks. My fingers moved down her crack, my middle fingertip resting on her asshole. As I sucked in her clit, I popped my fingertip into her ass to the first knuckle. Her hips drove hard down on my face as she gasped a muffled, cock filled moan. I drove my finger in and out of her ass as I sucked her clit. 

It did not take long. My cock was rigid. Mom was dripping wet. Quickly, she turned around on me, straddled my torso. Leaning to kiss me, she guided my cock into her open hole. Jamming herself down, she impaled herself on my cock. Mom started thrusting down hard, hammering my cock into the depths of her cunt. Grinding, she filled herself, rubbing her clit against my skin. Rocking back and forth, mom ground her cunt on me, arching, pulling up, and driving down hard again. I thrust my hips upwards, lifting her little body with me. She had all of my cock. We fucked like demons, nothing but lust filling our thoughts, nothing but cumming our only objective. I reached to her tits. I twisted the nipples, pulling them, extending them. Mom fucked me harder, pounding up and down on my cock. She placed her hands on my chest for support and started bouncing up and down as she thrust her hips from front to back. We fucked hard.

"Just another minute baby," my mom was whispering. "Almost!" she grunted. Quickly, mom froze, her body twitching slightly. She drove her body down hard on me, grinding her crotch on my cock and balls. Her involuntary thrusts mashed her clit on my cock, adding to her orgasm. She flopped down on my chest, continuing to lift and thrust her hips down on my cock. She shifted side to side, sliding her tits over my chest, her hard nipples traversing, leaving a trail of fire in my chest. My cock expanded.

Lifting a leg, I moved her off my cock, pushing her down beside me, flat on her stomach. I crawled over her, spreading her legs wide. I grabbed my soaked cock, stroking it firmly. Leaning forward, I pushed my monster against her wet slit. Lifting, sliding him down, I found her wet hole. I thrust my hips forward, my cock ripping through her soft flesh, penetrating quickly. I pulled up, and thrust again. I collapsed on her, my body wrapping over hers. My cock continued his journey deep into her body. I reached around her, grabbing a firm tit, squeezing firmly. Mom groaned deeply. I thrust forward hard. My hand, fingers covered with her juices from stroking my cock reached to her lips. I stuck a finger against her soft lips, parting them gently. Her mouth opened, I pushed two fingers into her mouth. 

"Suck my fingers Mom!" I huskily whispered at her. I thrust hard and deep as I pushed my fingers into her mouth. Grunting, mom attacked my fingers, her tongue reaching out of her mouth to lick the knuckles, and her lips then surrounding my fingers, a vacuum created to get all off my fingers. I thrust repeatedly, hard, deep. 

Stopping with my cock buried deep, I wanted my mom on all fours.

"Mom, up on your knees," I whispered. I pushed my self upwards, pulling my soaked, dripping cock out of her cunt. Arching up, mom raised her ass high, keeping her torso tilted, resting on her elbows. Spreading her legs slightly, pushing her ass back to me, she looked ready.

"Come on son, stick that huge cock in me baby. Momma needs you to fuck me hard," she continued. My balls churned. My cock ached. I leaned forward, placing my cock at her ass. Mom reached between her legs, grabbing my cock, aimed to at her cunt. My hands grasped her hip bones. My body rocked forward, the head of my cock pushed past her slit, sliding quickly into her hole. Mom's lips grabbed my cock, pulling me forward, sucking me into her cunt. My penetration was slow, I was mesmerized by her willing body. I watched my cock slide into her. I stopped, slowing withdrawing. As I expected, her lips stretched to hold me, extending out from her slit. They did not want her to release me. They wanted to devour me, to hold me, to milk me dry. Her cunt pulled me forward. 

My eyes closed, my hips thrust forward hard. Mom gasped, grunting loudly. "Oh fuck!" she screamed. My hips slapped against her ass. I ground my hips against her cheeks. My cock pounded her hole. I withdrew, and thrust forward again. Mom tilted her hips, raking her clit along the underside of my shaft as I thrust forward. She leaned forward, dropping her chest flat on the bed. Nothing but her ass was high, held by my penetrating cock. I slammed forward again. Our bodies slapped hard, the noise filling the room. I started hammering her, driving into her depths repeatedly. 

All thought was gone. I was nothing but a big cock, driving forward into a cunt. Driving, thrusting, grinding against her softness, her wetness. Mom was screaming at me "Fuck me son! Oh fucking Jesus!" she repeated over and over. I pounded her cunt, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling on her hip bones for additional thrust leverage. And the sounds, the slapping against her was intoxicating. I watched between our bodies. My cock, slick with her juices, glistened. Her cunt lips stretching, holding me, pulling me back, deeper with each thrust. Nothing but lust, my cock controlled all rational thinking. My balls slapping her slit, her clit beneath us. 

I reached to her ass. I rimmed her ass with my thumb, putting pressure over her small, tight hole. Mom's eyes flew open, she turned to look at me. I had not seen such a look on my mom's face. I popped my thumb in her ass. Wild eyed, she grabbed the covers, and pushed back hard on me. Tilting her hips, she screamed "Again baby! Fuck mommies ass!" I drove my thumb deeper in her ass. I could feel my cock sliding beneath my thumb.

"Oh fuck Mom!" I grunted. "I'm going to cum!" I screamed. I thrust forward hard, driving my cock deep. My thumb stopped movement. My balls expanded. Grinding against her, my cock erupted, sending cum out his length, splitting his eye, and exploded into her soaked, ravaged cunt. Breathing was hard. We gasped for each breath. Four, five, six spurts of cum filled her body. I was exhausted but I ground my hips tighter against her. I thrust my thumb quickly in and out of her tight ass, pulling out. My sweaty body pushed her forward, laying over her, my cock still deep in her cunt. The room was filled with our ragged breathing. Nothing more.

"God damn mother!" I exclaimed. I ground my hips against her soft ass. Pulling off her slightly, I rolled us to the side. I spooned her, leaving my deflating cock in her. I reached to cup a tit, pinching the nipple firmly between my finger and thumb. I wiggled tight against her, feeling her grind her butt back against me as well. I slapped the cheek of her ass gently.


Into the Night



"Good night baby," she whispered. Her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep. My cock softly, slowly pulled his head out of her wet cunt.

My mind tried to grasp the morning. How would we react tomorrow? 

Right now, everything felt right. I drifted off to sleep as well.



Into The Night



She ran to the door in a flurry with her small dogs barking and jumping up and down. 

As she was telling them to stop barking she opened the door and stared in disbelief. She hadn't expected to find him at her doorstep.

As she realized who it was her heart began to beat even faster than it had with all the chaos the knock on the door had caused. As she got the dogs settled she asked him to come inside. 

Shortly after the door was closed he leaned down and kissed her waiting lips. Her cheeks flushed with happiness as she accepted his sweet offering.

Once inside her room and with the door closed they could finally find the freedom to express what that kiss had only began to say. She held him as he held her, tightly, as if their love was communicated in their embrace.

As their passion mounted their patience faded. They wanted more from each other, needed more. They needed each other to become complete. 

Quickly the clothing that held them apart was discarded, the feel of hot skin against hot skin would only do. No barrier must remain between them.

As he took her hard nipples between his fingers her heart skipped, the desire ever increasing, the liquid heat forming between her legs. When he took her into his mouth the feel of his tongue teasing her nipple, of him sucking on her breast, filled her with ever more hot desire.

She was beginning to become impatient, wanting to touch as he touched her.. wanting to please him as he pleased her.

As once again he lifted his head and kissed her lips she moved her body forward bringing him on his back. Her hand found its target and began to stroke his already hard throbbing penis. His soft moan could be heard as she squeezed and held him. Still she wanted more.. 

Releasing herself from their kiss she began to slowly move down his body with her mouth.. kissing and teasing a hot path toward her ultimate destination.

She kissed his tiny man nipples making them hard with desire. She moved down his stomach to his hip. She knew his body was anticipating her movement, felt powerful knowing he desired her. 

Grasping his erect penis at its base she opened her hot mouth and gently licked its sweet head. She then took him inside her mouth deeply, she could hear another small groan escape his lips. 

She enjoyed sucking him, licking him, teasing him with her mouth. Removing him from inside her mouth she sought his scrotum with her lips. She took one testicle inside her mouth and gently sucked it, then did the same to the other.. all the while moving her hand over his hard penis.

As she felt his urgency increase she looked over at him, she could see the desire shining from his eyes, she knew he wanted nothing else but to have her, as she wanted him.

As she moved back up to his waiting lips his hand reached and found her hot wet center. He gently slid a finger inside her causing her to gasp with pleasure. He rubbed her clit with his palm while moving his hand in and out of her. Yet she still wanted more, still needed more.

She lay on her back as he drew himself over her. Her legs as opened to him as is her heart. As he entered her she again gasped with pleasure. His desire matching her own. Their words of love and desire told to each other, for no one's ears but their own. As she climaxed for the first time a sense of wonderment fell upon her. 

How could she love so much, how could she need so much. She realized even then how lucky she was that this man was hers.

The feeling of his penis inside of her filled her with joy, his passion growing even stronger as he too was reaching climax. She anticipated that moment with eagerness, the anticipation itself causing even more excitement within her. 

As he achieved release she could feel the throbbing of his penis, feel the hot liquid of his love inside of her. This itself so excited her she once again climaxed, their passion exploding together within a single moment.

A smile hovered on her lips, a smile of pure joy and understanding.

Satisfied for the moment they held each other. Gently stroking each other's warm skin they relaxed in the comfort of her bed.

They talked about life, about love, about the future and the past. They shared their secrets with each other, knowing that each was safe, they would never have to fear betrayal. They knew they could place their trust in each other.

As the minutes turned into hours they both knew that soon he would have to leave. Both hating the clock that persisted in moving forward. 

Although being with each other was always sweet, in many ways it was also bitter sweet. Where there is a hello there was also a goodbye.

She tried to put that moment from her mind, tried to just appreciate each second that was given them now. She knew the time would arrive, but just wasn't ready yet to give in to it.

Finally unable to put it off any longer they began to dress. As each article was put on it was like a small barrier placed between them, they hated each second, knew though, that it could not be avoided.

As they walked out of her room and toward the door the sadness of the moment could be felt. 

The question running through her mind over and over again, 'when will I see him again, when will I be held and loved again' never left her lips though, for she knew that he could not give an answer, he too could only hope it would be soon.

As he kissed her once again at the doorway she held the door handle in her hand. This moment could no longer be avoided. She looked up and smiled at him knowing that he would take a part of her heart with him. She opened the door and watched as he walked into the night. 



Into the Night



"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Scott turned around to see his girlfriend leaning against their balcony door, gazing at the night scene laid out in front of her. "You say that every night," he chuckled and walked over to her. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her head.

Melanie purred happily, and nodded, laughing a little herself. "I suppose so. But I'm so glad we got this apartment! The view is really so gorgeous to look at."

"Mmm..." Scott mumbled and rested his chin on her shoulder, not bothering to hide the fact that he was blatantly gazing at the cleavage exposed in front of his face. "Yes. Yes, it is."

Melanie turned her head slightly and followed his gaze, laughing a little. She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a few quick pecks on the lips before backing away and pacing over to turn off the television still blaring the late night news. She yawned and stretched, noting the time on the clock, and began to do her bedtime routinely sweep of the apartment. Padding around in bare feet and her favourite flannel robe, she walked into the kitchen, checking the stove and turning off the light in there. Scott leaned against the balcony door and watched her, smiling to himself. 

"What?" she raised her eyebrow at him and continued to turn off the lamps in the living room. 

"You really like that robe, don't you?" 

"Why not? It's comfortable!" Melanie's tone was edging on defensive.

"It looks it. Would you consider wearing something else tonight, though?"

She looked up to see a coy smile on Scott's face. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously and she walked over to him, putting her hands on her hips. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I bought you a present..." his voice trailed off as Melanie's face changed from an expression of doubt to surprise. "Would you wear it for me?" He lifted his hand to hook a finger into the front of her robe, tugging at it and playing with the lapel fold. 

Melanie looked at him, puzzled. "A present? What for? It's not our anniversary or my birthday or anything..." her voice trailed off. "And Valentine's isn't for another seven months."

He kissed her forehead and smiled before turning and walking into their bedroom. "Stay here," he warned. Melanie's brow furrowed a little, trying to guess what Scott had planned. After a few minutes and several rustling noises, Scott strolled out of the bedroom in only his boxers and grinned. "Go in there and put all of what you see on the bed on. Promise? All of it?"

She smiled excitedly and paced quickly over to him, pinching his butt and whispering, "I promise," before heading in the bedroom and shutting the door. 

Scott walked over to the switch on the wall and turned off the last light illuminating the room. The moon and the city's glow permeated the darkness and he walked over to the balcony door again, leaning on one shoulder against it and admiring the expanse of cityscape, marvelling at how many people must still be up and awake at this hour. He stretched a little, raking his fingers through his blond hair, and his mind wandered to the thought of Melanie dressed in the outfit he had laid out for her. He bit his lower lip and his cock stirred a little, knowing how delicious she would look. He began to wander around the room slightly out of giddiness, and was broken out of his train of thought by the sound of the bedroom door clicking open.

He snapped to face the doorway, but she wasn't standing there. He fidgeted with his fingers and called softly, "Mel?" 

She stepped out from around the corner. Illuminated by the bedroom light, she looked at him nervously for approval as her hands clasped behind her back. Scott just stared at her and groaned softly, drinking her in with his eyes. Her long red hair was twisted and piled on top of her head, with a few short stray strands escaping to frame her face. Her green eyes had been played up with amethyst-coloured makeup and her lips had been faintly stained a delicious-looking crimson. A deep green satin nightgown clung to her slight curves, exposing almost all of her breasts and hugging her flat stomach. The fabric buttoned with satin-covered buttons in a long line that started from her cleavage and ran all the way to the bottom hem at her knees. One strap had slipped down her shoulder and she stood tall in a pair of deep green stilettos. Transfixed, Scott murmured, "Turn around, honey... slowly...". His voice trailed off and he bit his lip slightly as Melanie rotated to reveal a low-cut V back that exposed her slender figure. The notch of the V ended just above the delicious swell of her bottom, and the nightgown flowed away from her body loosely, swishing against her thighs. Her legs were covered in fine-meshed fishnet stockings, and as she completed her rotation, he swallowed hard as his cock strained against his boxers.

She looked down, blushing at his scrutiny, and felt her nipples swell in a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The hard nubs with the metal barbells through them pushed against the thin, delicate fabric, and Scott groaned at the sight. "Mel... come here..." he extended his hand to her, and she quickly turned to shut off the bedroom light, again putting the room into darkness. She walked out from the bedroom slowly, and moved toward him. She put her hand in his and let him guide her to where he wanted.

She smiled softly at him as he directed her into his arms. He brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face and smiled back, murmuring softly to her. "Hey there, gorgeous... stayin' for awhile?"

Her smile broadened and she tilted her chin up to kiss him. He eagerly reciprocated and their lips began to tug at each other, nibbling and sucking slightly. Their grips on each other tightened as their kisses became more heated and urgent, and their tongues began darting against each others' lips. 

Scott broke the kiss, and opened the balcony door. The warm night air felt good against his skin and he stepped outside onto their balcony, leading his lover by the hand. He guided her to the balcony rail and leaned her against it, ensuring the metal bars came up sufficiently high enough to keep her from leaning too far. He pushed against her from behind, pressing her stomach into the bars and placing her hands on the railing. He leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Don't let go. Let go before I tell you to, and this is all over." He nipped the upper shell of her ear and ran his tongue briefly along it, causing her to whimper a little. 

"Okay," she breathed, willing to do whatever Scott wanted, knowing that in the end the delicious lump she felt pushing against her bottom would be inside her.

He pressed against her and ran his hands softly over her front. Kissing the back of her neck, he began with her lips, touching them gently and then tracing the slope of her neck down to her chest and in between her breasts. With both hands he grazed over them lightly a few times, nudging and feeling the small barbell beads next to her hard nipples. He smiled and sucked on her neck right at her hairline, ready for the squirm and mewl that he knew she would make. 

"Aaaaah! Scott! Ohh... oh, oh, oh Go—d-d-d-d..." Melanie's speech slurred as she stuttered and bucked her hips against him. Her neck and ears were very sensitive and Scott knew exactly where to nip and suck to make her lose any coherent thought she had. 

"What was that? I didn't understand a word," Scott traced his tongue over the shell of her ear and clamped his lips on it without waiting for an answer. She whimpered and pressed her hips back against him, squirming in his arms. He sucked and nipped at her ear with his teeth and began to squeeze the small handfuls of her breasts with his hands. They fit perfectly in his grip, and he loved the perky nipples that would protrude proudly from the soft flesh. The barbells Melanie had through them looked sexy on her, and made her nipples almost as sensitive as her clit. 

Melanie made a moaning sound in response and gasped loudly as Scott pinched her nipples. Letting go of her ear, he continued his hands' run down her body as she let her head loll back into his shoulder, breathing heavily. Scott drank in the wonderful view of her body from above, and growled softly to himself as he began to unbutton the lingerie. Melanie felt the head of his hard cock press into her bottom and she wiggled against him firmly. 

It was Scott's turn to buck his hips. His cock had worked its way out of his boxers and was resting against the soft satin. When she moved, he made a choking noise as he felt his weeping cock slide quickly against smooth fabric. He growled and gave Melanie a firm spank, then returned to working at the buttons. "You little cocktease..." he muttered, and Melanie purred in response. He pulled up the hem of the satin gown to get the last few buttons, and then pulled it open, exposing her to the night air. Melanie looked around nervously, but knew none of their neighbours could see them. 

"Nobody's looking, Mel. And even if they are, they're getting a damn nice view, so let them look..." he bit down on her shoulder gently as he began to pinch her nipples and flick the barbells, making her moan again. "...I'm the one holding your tits, not them. Let them salivate."

With that, he gave her breasts a firm squeeze and lowered his voice to breathe in her ear, "Let go of the bar, turn around, and grab it again." He exhaled slowly and Melanie made a loud mewling noise as she felt the warm and cool sensations against her ear. Shaking, she turned to face her tormentor. 

Scott took a step back and groaned at the sight he saw. In the moonlight he could see faintly a flush across Melanie's chest and cheeks, and her breasts were heaving with her heavy breathing. As his eyes travelled down, he grinned at the black garter belt holding up the lace-topped stockings. They framed the tiny triangle of neatly trimmed red hair nestled just above her slit deliciously, and he felt his cock twitch as he gazed. Removing his boxers quickly, he kicked them to the side and moved in closer. His hands began at her neck and wandered down her chest, cupping and kneading her perky breasts. He stepped close to her and let one hand slide around her body and tuck under the nightgown to cup her ass while he let the other continue its path down to let his fingers wander over the thatch of soft hair as he moved in again to kiss her. "Good girl... I see you left out the panties like I wanted you to." His fingers travelled lower and slid across the smooth skin of her labia, nudging against the inner folds teasingly and petting the soft flesh. He was searching for another sensitive spot he knew would make her moan.

She gasped and her eyes fluttered closed as she spread her legs, gripping onto the balcony railing with both hands. The finger began to rotate and flick at the nub beginning to swell, while the pad of Scott's thumb slowly stroked gently at Melanie's mound. He leaned in to kiss her lips, then her jaw line, then her neck briefly, and his mouth began to follow the path his fingers had made just earlier. He kissed down her neck and chest, pausing to suck on the hard nipples protruding deliciously from her soft skin. The pink nubs crinkled and looked happily swollen against the metal beads. He lathed the metal with his tongue in his mouth, and nibbled on each of the hardened buds, coaxing a loud whimper from Melanie. Giving each nipple a final kiss, he nipped at her ribcage, then her belly button, as Melanie began to push her lower body against him. 

Scott knew exactly what she wanted, but wanted to wait to give it to her. He traced his lips down to her mound and licked and nipped the skin there gently. "I've always loved the view down here..." he murmured, stroking fingers along the fire-red mat of soft hair. Melanie snorted at this, but quickly purred as he began to slide his tongue along her outer lips. She yelped as she felt a sharp stream of cool air directly on her swollen clit and her knees waivered a little in their strength. After a few more kisses along her glistening slit, he stood up and grinned at Melanie's disappointed face. He pressed against her and whispered in her ear.

"Turn around again, Melanie. Keep holding onto the railing," his hands guided her hips as she turned and clutched onto the metal bars, now gazing at the city lights before her. He grabbed her hips and walked them backward, and after an initial startled noise, Melanie giggled at the position he was moving her into.

"I should have guessed your favourite position was coming," she looked over her shoulder at him teasingly, and he gave her ass a hard spank. 

"As if it isn't yours too," he flipped up the hem of the soft material still draped over her to expose her garter-clad bottom. The black lace framed her firm, round cheeks perfectly and Scott had to close his eyes and will himself not to slam deep into her immediately. 

Melanie's shoulders and arms were resting on the railing of the balcony as she allowed her legs to spread and her body to relax in the position she was placed. Her ass was raised high in the air due to her heels, allowing her entire upper body to be almost parallel with the balcony floor. Grinning to herself, Melanie began to sway her hips, allowing her behind to move around on display for Scott, who groaned and placed a hand on it, squeezing roughly. 

"You're so fucking hot..." his voice trailed off as he nestled up behind her and leaned himself over her body, placing his hands beside hers on the railing. "You're killing me back here," he grumbled as he leaned down to nip at the back of her neck. After tugging roughly on her dangling nipples, he returned his hand to her back and moved it down to her ass as he kneeled behind her. 

Feeling his hot breath against her opening, Melanie whimpered and began to quiver with anticipation. She was so wet, and so ready. If Scott had decided to take her then, she would have welcomed it. However, he had other plans. Wrapping his arms around her thighs and bringing her body close to his face, he pressed his mouth against her wet opening. He slid his tongue inside her to taste her delicious moisture, emitting an approving groan that matched her own noises. He nipped her lips all over, and made her shriek by running his tongue fleetingly downward along her slit. When he found her aroused clit, he pressed his lips against it and put slight suction on the sensitive flesh. Melanie screamed and her body quivered against him as he began to flick his tongue quickly and smoothly, yet firmly, against her exposed bead. Her knees went weak and her body buckled downward a little, but Scott wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as he continued his clitoral onslaught. He gingerly stroked her ass with one hand and flicked his tongue against her clit faster as he moved one finger to stroke against her puckered hole. 

Melanie's body lurched at the sensation and Scott's mouth lost contact. She whimpered and wiggled her bottom in the air as he chuckled to himself, knowing she liked what he had done. "Easy there, you delectable thing, you..." he muttered and slid a finger deep into her pussy. He groaned along with Melanie as he felt her walls fluttering around his finger, and eagerly ducked down to bathe her clit with his tongue once more. With his other hand he clenched her ass, squeezing and kneading it roughly as he listened to her gasp and moan over him. He began to stroke his finger in and out of her pussy slowly, as he nudged the tight ring of her ass with the pad of a finger on the other hand. 

Melanie's mind was in a fog as she fought to keep herself still above Scott. He was playing with her as a skilled musician would play his instrument, coaxing all the right noises from her, and making her vibrate with pleasure. She was so close. His tongue knew exactly what to do, and exactly how to do it, and her body was responding quickly. She whimpered his name as he pushed his fingertip into her ass and let out a yelp as he curved the finger inside her pussy. She mewled loudly, and began to encourage Scott.

"Ohh... oh, Scott... don't stop... keep doing that... right there..." she was panting now, and the telltale beginnings of her orgasm were contracting around Scott's fingers. He moaned encouragingly and increased the speed of his tongue and his finger. He felt Melanie's entire body tense around him for several moments and as he kept going, he simply wiggled the little bit of his finger in her ass. She screamed loudly into the night, not caring who heard that she was having an exquisite orgasm. Her hips jerked violently, and Scott withdrew his fingers to grab onto her pelvis and hold it to his mouth. His tongue did not stop its quick lapping until the small aftershocks and shudders racing through Melanie died down to groans of appreciation. 

Panting heavily, Melanie dropped down suddenly, crouching with her legs splayed and gripping onto the railing with both hands. Scott gave her a swift spank on the ass and demanded, "Who told you to move your ass down? Get that thing back up here!" Melanie chuckled and looked over her shoulder at him to see him grinning and licking his lips. 

She stood up and turned her head to look at him. "Kiss me first," she pouted and wiggled her butt at him, feeling the strength in her legs returning. Her chest was still heaving as she caught her breath, and her cheeks and chest were flushed. Scott eyed her hungrily and moved in behind her quickly. He caught her mouth with his and felt her suck her juices off his lips. She made a small approving noise that made his cock throb as soon as he heard it. He wanted her. Now. Giving her ass a sharp spank, he roughly pulled her hips backward again. She yelped in surprise and followed his lead so that she was bending over at the hip again with her legs spread. His hands ran along her front, roaming over her breasts and swollen nipples, raking along her flat stomach, and squeezing the rounded hips and butt covered in black lace. 

"You're so fucking sexy, Mel..." Scott's voice trailed off as he began to run the head of his swollen cock up and down her slit, teasing her. Her slippery folds felt amazing against him and he caught a groan in his throat as he felt the heat radiating out from her. 

Melanie looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, watching him digging her nails into her hips and gasp with his eyes closed. "Scott," she murmured huskily, causing him to look at her with his eyes half-lidded. "Fuck me." 

Scott let out a loud, ragged, groan at the sight of Melanie biting and licking her lips and demanding to be taken. He pushed his hips forward and felt her strong muscles clenching and gripping him, driving him insane. He took a deep breath or two and began to slowly and purposefully rear back and slam into her again. Melanie yelped loudly and moved one hand away from the railing to begin touching her clit. 

"No!" Scott wrenched her hand out from underneath her and spanked her ass again. "Mine!" he growled, and slid his hand around her to rub her clit, leaning over her back and using the other arm to grab her and hold her to him. "Mine," he said again, softer, as Melanie began to coo and purr familiarly. He wanted to make her cum again, and he wanted to do it on his own. He loved being the reason for her pleasure and loved to make her cum for him. 

Melanie's hand flew back up to the railing as she bucked her hips against Scott's thrusts. He slid his free hand up to cup her right breast and toy with her nipple. She whimpered loudly at the onslaught of stimulation and began to feel another orgasm coming. She heard Scott talking to her through her clouded mind and felt her knees buckle a little as the pleasure became overwhelming. 

"Good girl, Mel... you're so fucking hot when you cum. I love making you cum around me and against me. You're so tight, fuck..." Scott gasped and felt the familiar clenches and squeezes of an impending explosion. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, gasping as he tried to last as long as he could and wanting Melanie to cum again first. He knew she was close by her gasps and the way she was gripping the balcony railing. She bucked up against him harder with each thrust, and he hoped he could last as long as it took to make her scream his name again. 




Into the Night



She was almost vibrating with pleasure now, trembling and gasping with every thrust of Scott's hips. She was so close to cumming, and wanted release badly. "Scott..." she whimpered. "Spank me again, Scott! Spank me!" 

Scott grinned and gave her ass another slap, adding redness to the marks he had left earlier. "You naughty girl. You're my naughty girl who loves being fucked, aren't you? And spanked?" He was breathing heavily in between his words and felt like he couldn't hold on any longer. "Cum for me, Mel. I want you to cover my cock in your cum," he bit his lip and nudged the pad of his finger quickly over her swollen nipple.

That did it. Melanie bucked hard and cried out loudly, barely able to keep her legs straight again. She heard Scott praising her as he continued his thrusts and his nudges against her clit. "Good girl, Mel... oh, fuck, you feel so fucking good..." he moaned. With a few more deep thrusts he exploded inside her, and they both moaned their passions into the warm night air.

Scott bucked his hips into her slower and slower, and eventually came to rest buried inside her. Melanie sighed contentedly and breathed heavily, gripping onto the railing. Raising herself up with the help of Scott's arms around her chest, her heels placed her at the right height for his cock to remain sheathed. Scott growled softly and ran his hands over her taut torso, raking against the skin. Squeezing her everywhere he found a curve, his hands came to rest as his arms wrapped around her tightly. She wiggled her bottom against him, and Scott moaned as his softening cock slipped out of her and left a sticky trail along her lips and inner thigh. He nipped at her earlobe and he smiled as he whispered, "Now you can let go." 



Into The Night



Have you ever watched something that makes you want to look away but for some reason you just can't tear your eyes from the view in front of you? For the past two hours I'd been doing exactly that, sneaking regular peeks at the couple sitting over by the window while I tried to focus on my job at the same time. Unfortunately every minute that passed by had me doing a lot more peeking than working. 

It couldn't be helped, though. Logan had been my first high school crush, my only one really. We hadn't run into each other once in the ten years since graduation, so setting eyes on him again had ended up having the same impact it did back when I first became infatuated. 

He'd dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, his loosened tie giving the impression he wasn't all that comfortable wearing this kind of get up. His short brown hair had been slicked back as well, but the way he kept lifting his hand to run his fingers through it then stopping at the last second as if he'd just remembered he couldn't, made me think he might still prefer that slightly messy, mostly sexy look he had in his younger years.

While I leaned against the bar and waited for Sarah to fill my drink order, I noted how well the years had treated him. The lanky body I remembered as a teenager had filled out nicely, turning him into a tall, solid hunk of man, the kind who looked like he could easily toss a girl over his shoulder—maybe a scrawny waitress with long brown hair and a too-smart mouth—then haul her off to the bedroom where he'd...

Hmm. 

Something about the way he and the woman related to each other made me think tonight's date might be a little different from their usual. Possibly the tension in his shoulders or the way she kept preening and rearranging herself for maximum impact; a little cleavage here, a lot more leg there—and what was with all that glancing around to check if anyone other than Logan had noticed? 

They were all smiles when they arrived at the restaurant, but it didn't take long to work out that hers was all for show. When I first approached their table his gaze dropped to my name tag, not lingering in a suggestive way like some guys did, just dropping for a second to gather the information he needed, then he met my eyes again and smiled. 

"Thought it was you," he said, oblivious to the fact that one look from him could still knock me on my ass. 

"Yep. Yeah, it's me." I nodded like an idiot and had to mentally remind myself I'd long since moved on from my awkward teenage years. "Hey, Logan."

He smiled again and I swear my knees trembled. "Hey, Lace. How've you been?"

"Good, good. You?" 

"Good, too. This is Celeste." He indicated the dark-haired woman sitting opposite him with a nod of his head. I swung my gaze across to her just in time to see the tight, closed-lipped smile she spared me before slanting a look Logan's way as if to say: Really? You're introducing me to the wait staff? 

While I tapped my fingers on the bar and watched the two of them now, I pictured myself shoving her out of the way so I could drag him to the cruisy, late-night café down the road, where the two of us could relax, sip good coffee and enjoy each other's company. If all went well maybe invite him back to my place and help him out of that constricting suit...

"Lacey, shake it off. You're giving him sex eyes again. It's getting creepy." 

"Whoops." I glanced at Sarah just in time to catch the end of an eye roll. She completed my drink order for Logan and his harpy then slid the loaded tray across to me. I flashed her a smile as I collected it from the bar. "Okay, okay, you're right. I'm done now, I promise."

She tucked her chin length blonde hair behind her ear and gave me an amused look that suggested she didn't believe a word of what I'd just said. "Don't worry about it. I guess this kind of thing's bound to happen when you're unintentionally celibate."

My smile turned into a laugh. I flipped her off with my free hand then turned and walked away.

No more than three steps later I stopped so suddenly that some of the chardonnay sloshed from the wine glasses. I slipped a cloth from my apron and alternated between working on the mess and staring in disbelief at the man I'd been not so secretly stalking all night. 

The idiot had pushed his chair back and pulled a ring box from his jacket pocket. My fingers gripped the tray and I sucked in a breath, holding it in while my heart pounded. I wanted to scream Noooo! and run at him in slow motion. Take a dive and whack that thing out of his hand before he made the single biggest mistake of his life—a life I admittedly knew next to nothing about these days, but still. 

Instead, all I could do was stand there with my mouth shaped into a slackened O while I waited for the inevitable. 

He dropped to the floor beside her and made a speech I had no chance of making out from where I stood. I doubted the other diners could hear it either, but when the idea had caught on that something big was about to happen, a low ripple of conversation went through the room and people set down their cutlery to focus on the show.

While he went ahead and bared his silly, misguided heart to the woman, she sat upright and watched on in smug silence, the emotion on her face striking me as strange and unsurprising all at the same time. No excitement, no tenderness, just an odd look of triumph. 

Then he opened the velvet box to offer her the contents...

And she clapped a hand over her mouth to smother a laugh. 

My throat constricted and I watched on in horrified amazement. She waited a few beats then pulled her hand away and said in a volume loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear, "You're joking, right? You're loaded and that's the best you can do. The ring has to be what—less than a carat?" Her laugh had a hysterical edge to it and she leaned away from him as if she didn't want the icky, carat deficient ring anywhere near her. 

What. A. Bitch.

My limbs chose that moment to start working again and I purposefully took the dive I'd only imagined earlier. The tray toppled first and I tumbled to the floor soon after, hitting the carpet hard enough to make it look like I might have cracked a couple of ribs. The sound of smashing glass drew everyone's attention and thankfully gave Logan what I assumed would be a much needed chance to recover. 

Several people gathered around to help me to my knees. I mumbled a few thank yous and apologies, sneaking a look through the small crowd to watch Logan's intended fiancé grab her evening bag and stand beside the table. She shook off his final attempt to placate her then stalked from the restaurant with her mouth set in a determined line. I watched on in surprise, unable to decide if it felt like a victory or a defeat.

Instead of chasing after her like I'd expected, Logan's gaze immediately shifted my way and pinned me to the spot, kind of like he'd known exactly where to find me. Shit. With the breath already knocked out of me I had to fight even more for air. I moved to my feet and grabbed the edge of the table, doing my best to ignore him while I tested my weight on the ankle that had taken the worst of the fall.

Sarah and another member of the wait staff hurried over with the cleaning equipment. She gave me a quick once over to search for any obvious injuries but when her eyes met mine again I detected a glint of knowing in them. "Are you all right?" 

I nodded and flicked a piece of glass from the knee of my pants. The hole in the black fabric and the sting beneath told me I might need some minor first aid. "Just wonderful, thanks."

"Why don't you go get cleaned up?" she suggested. "You're almost done for the night anyway. I'll take care of this."

"Thanks." With a smile I headed off in the direction of the staff door that led through to the backroom, adding a slight limp to make my performance a little more believable. While I untied the apron from around my waist, I sensed before I saw the tall, masculine body fall into step beside me. 

"Was that really necessary?"

Given what he'd just been through it surprised me to hear the humour in his deep voice. I let out a breath and sent him a look. "Do you really need to ask? You were dying a slow, painful death out there. Someone needed to come to your rescue."

"Thanks. I'm surprised you didn't grab her in a running tackle when she was leaving."

I pushed the door open and held it for him, aware that I shouldn't be inviting a customer back here but hoping the other staff members would be too preoccupied to notice. "So am I. Can't say it didn't cross my mind, though." I tossed my apron over the back of a chair and smoothed the front of my black shirt.

He laughed then, a deep, rich sound that had me feeling all warm inside. While I pulled the first aid kit from the cupboard above the sink and hoisted myself onto the narrow bench, he stood near the doorway and looked around the cramped space. A couple sets of lockers sat against one wall, while a small table and two ladder backed chairs were crammed against the other. We mostly just took our breaks in here, but suddenly the already tiny room seemed a whole lot smaller.

"So... I'm guessing that didn't quite go the way you expected."

Logan's gaze flicked to me while remained just inside the doorway. "Actually, it did."

I grabbed the hem of my pants leg and slid it up to my knee, careful to avoid catching the fabric on what appeared to only be a minor cut. A trickle of blood had made its way a few inches down the front of my leg. I pulled an anti-bacterial wipe from the kit and tore the wrapper open. "What do you mean?" I asked while I dabbed at the mess. "And why don't you seem crushed? It's like you've just shrugged your shoulders and moved on."

We'd never been all that close in high school but he'd talked to me often enough for me to know the goodness I saw on the surface went a whole lot deeper. He'd been popular with the other students but also kind to those who weren't so blessed in the looks, personality or hygiene departments. Basically the opposite of what you'd expect from someone who didn't need to be nice to people in order to be worshipped. 

He dipped his hands in his pockets and met my eyes. "My dad's a lawyer and her father's his biggest client. The Calloway hotel chain?" When I nodded to let him know I'd heard of it he continued. "Celeste and I met at the last Calloway Christmas function. My dad tried to warn me off her because she had a reputation for being a princess, but she was hot—"

"Gross. I think I'm going to be sick."

He gave me a patient look. "She was hot and I thought we could have some fun together. It only took a few months to figure out she doesn't do fun. She'd already started talking to her parents about us getting married."

Whoa. A little eager maybe, although I could understand the woman's need to hurry. Men like him weren't all that common so when you found one you had to stake your claim hard. "Why didn't you dump her?"

He smiled. Just a brief flash of teeth but it did strange things to my insides. "I couldn't. Like I said her dad treated her like a princess and reminded me more than a few times that if I broke her heart he knew ways to make life difficult for me. She's an only child who gets whatever she wants. If I'd ended things with her it wouldn't have been good for my dad or me." 

"So you just gave in because it seemed like the noble thing to do? Fall on your sword, martyr for all of eternity, that kind of thing."

He gave me a not so patient look this time. 

"What was the plan then?"

"She had a fancy house in mind, a couple of kids she could fob off onto a nanny, limitless cash flow... that kind of deal."

I almost laughed at the image. "So you proposed to her in order to make her dreams come true? I hate to tell you this but I think you may have hit your head recently—repeatedly and hard, too."

He sighed, then closed the door behind him and took a few steps into the room. "I don't remember you being like this back in school. You were all cute and shy and used to blush so hard I thought your face would catch fire. Has anyone pointed out lately that you're a pain in the ass?" 

"More than once." I wadded up the wipe and lobbed it into the waste basket, trying hard to contain the blush that sometimes still made an appearance even now. "I don't have a lot of control over it unfortunately."

He let out a laughing breath and looked me over, his gaze lingering longer than it had when he'd checked out my name tag. We had something going on here, something that if I went back and analysed all the snippets of conversation we'd shared throughout the night, might just be described as... yes, flirting. 

Since Logan appeared to want to get this slightly mental story of his out without any further interruptions, I remained quiet and raised my brows in encouragement.

"So... I proposed to her with a small diamond because I knew she'd react that way. If she was the one to break up with me it wouldn't bother her parents nearly as much. They'd have no reason to throw a fit, my dad would be unaffected... aaand my life would get back to normal."

"All wrapped up with a neat little bow." I slid my pants leg down and looked at him. "You're an evil genius, Logan. I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified."

"I'm sure you're genuinely bothered by the fact that she stormed out of here —and did you see what she did to my hair tonight? You should be outraged on my behalf just for that alone." 

"Well, you might have a point, but regardless... setting her up like that, all that deceit and manipulation... you're not painting a very appealing picture here." He was, but the guy probably had more than his fair share of positive reinforcement from every single person around him. It wouldn't hurt to bring him back down to earth every now and then.

He took a couple more steps until he'd reached the point where some personal space had definitely been invaded. "What would I have to do to be more appealing?"

I laughed and stared at him. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"

"Are you seriously pretending you're not interested?"

How could I answer that one when all I wanted to do was grab him by the lapels of his suit jacket and drag him against me so there was no personal space left to invade? Knowing there should probably be a few more steps between flirty conversation and suit-lapel grabbing, I chose the wiser option of saying nothing.

When the silence stretched on a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he moved close enough that my knees were almost touching some interesting places. With a hand resting either side of my thighs his gaze dropped to my mouth, the intense, determined look in his eyes leaving no doubt about what he wanted to do next. "What time do you finish?"

The idea of getting intimate with him when he'd potentially just done the same thing with another woman last night unfortunately took some of the shine off this thing we had going on here. I wanted him but I couldn't let myself go there until I'd learned all the dirty details first. "When was the last time you slept with her?" 

He frowned, whether the change in topic had confused him or it took some effort to remember, I couldn't be sure. "About a month ago, maybe more. I think she cut me off in the hope it would speed up the whole proposal thing. What time do you finish?" he repeated, giving me a barely there smile.

My breaths had turned all shallow because he'd basically just given me the go ahead to throw myself at him. I could see the tiny flecks of gold in his hazel eyes. If I moved forward just a bit I could have my lips pressed to his without too much effort, maybe make a joke before I dived in so his mouth would be smiling when it touched mine. I loved moments like that.

My lack of seriousness had always annoyed my previous boyfriends. One had wanted marriage early on like Logan's almost-fiancé, while another had assumed my laid-back personality meant I wouldn't mind if he slept with other women. I just wanted someone I could find that perfect balance with, someone who'd stand his ground and not let me walk all over him, but be supportive and decent as well. Until tonight I'd always assumed my goals were set too high. 

"I could probably finish up right now," I said, deciding on the fly that whatever he wanted to offer I wanted to grab onto with both hands—gently, depending on what it was. "I'm sure the other girls will cover for me. I've done it enough times for them."

"All right. I'll go settle the bill while you do your thing. Meet me outside when you're ready."

*****

It took me longer than I'd expected to get out of work. While I rushed around fielding questions from my nosey bartender friend and trying to finish up what I needed to do, I kept wondering if Logan had lost interest during the wait and taken off. The moment I walked out into the almost empty car park to find him still standing there, relief flowed through me and I laughed as I hurried over to him.

He smiled at my reaction and opened the passenger door to a red Mustang. "Up for a drive?"

"Sounds like fun. Where are we going? No, wait!" I said in a rush. "Don't tell me." The idea of being surprised appealed to me more. I slid inside and dumped my bag in the foot well. "How did what's-her-face get home?" 

He shook his head at my comment, his eyes smiling as he looked down at me. "Celeste. Her name is Celeste. Taxi I'm guessing, which would have been okay with her because she hated this car." Logan shut the door before I could respond. Probably a wise move since it appeared I didn't have anything all that nice to say about her. 

He rounded the car and pulled open the driver's side door. Before he climbed in he slipped off his suit jacket and flung it into the back seat without a care. The sight made me laugh while also proving my theory that he'd hated the whole dressing up process. With a brief grin he jumped in and slammed the door. 

The two of us chatted easily during the drive, sharing stories and catching up on some of the happenings in each other's lives. All the while I kept my eyes on our surroundings, wondering where he could possibly be taking me out here. We'd reached the outskirts of town where the houses stretched farther apart and streetlights no longer lined the roads. With only the headlights left to cut through the gloom, the darkness had closed in around the car and taken on a life of its own.

Just when I'd reached the point where my curiosity had overtaken my desire to be surprised, he lifted his foot off the accelerator and leaned forward as if searching for something. 

"Are you trying to find the spot where you're going to kill me?" 

"Nah," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "The trunk's not big enough for a body." 

"And you know this how?"

He flicked on the high beams and steered the car around a tight bend. When he didn't respond I stared at his darkened profile and prodded, "Logan, if you don't answer me right now, I'm throwing the door open and commando rolling right out of your life."

Although I heard him laugh he still didn't look my way. "Shhh. I'm concentrating." 

He took another turn then veered onto a smooth gravel road that I would never have seen had I been the one driving. The dense bushland hugged the vehicle and created the feeling of being in a tunnel, then after a few twists and turns that would have had most guys worrying about the paintwork on their car, everything suddenly opened up and we found ourselves in a wide open area that, aside from the blackened circle on the ground that I assumed had once been a campfire, looked undisturbed by any kind of human presence.

I'd lost all sense of direction on our journey but the tang of salt in the air told me we'd reached the ocean. When Logan pulled to a stop and flung open the door, the scent of the water and the sound of lapping waves were unmistakable. 




Into The Night



He switched off the headlights, which surprised me given we had no other source of light here. I guessed he must have planned on being here a while and didn't want to drain the battery. We both climbed out and I shut the door behind me. When I'd rounded the hood to join him, we stood side by side facing away from the car.

The stars appeared so clear here, glittering from a darkened sky free from clouds. The land ahead appeared to continue on for several meters before disappearing into nothingness. Something told me a steep drop existed on the other side, but there was no way I'd be getting close enough in the dark to confirm that suspicion.

"Where are we?" I asked. 

"A private spot not many people know about. There's a track over there," he said, pointing to our right, "that leads down to the water. I come here with friends to spearfish. We camp right here whenever we stay overnight."

I smiled. That sounded like my idea of fun. Spearfishing, cool car, and he'd told me on the drive over here that he made a comfortable, creative living developing games apps. Combined with everything I already knew about the guy, including the fact that he'd brought me to his secret fishing spot that so few people were aware of, he'd just become even more appealing.

As if he'd been thinking about me as well, he changed the subject and asked, "So, are you going to tell me what happened to that girl I knew in school? You're so different now." 

I looked up at him to check his expression. "Good or bad different?"

His teeth flashed in the dim light. "Good."

I laughed, realising that could be taken either way. Not that I had any room to be offended since I'd struggled to come to terms with the old version of me as well. "I went into local theatre after high school," I explained. "To meet new people, try to get over my shyness, that kind of thing. Turns out the solution all along was pretending to be someone else. I loved it so much I still perform now." And had a starring role in an upcoming major production, not that I'd ruin the moment by bragging or anything. 

He looked at me steadily for a minute then directed his attention somewhere in the distance. "It's great seeing you happier now, Lace. It's also a hell of a lot easier hearing what you're thinking instead of having to guess what's going on in that head of yours."

"You say that now, but remember it won't always be a good thing."

He returned his gaze to me and smiled. "I bet you'd be fun in an argument."

"Why don't you irritate me and find out?"

Logan laughed softly and hooked my elbow to pull me over to him. Being the first time he'd touched me all night, I had to deal with the sensation of electricity shooting up my arm as well as the sudden nearness of him when he pulled me in between his thighs. "Just so you know," he said beside my ear, apparently oblivious to my struggle, "irritating you is the last thing I want to do right now."

Feeling him smile against my cheek just made things even worse. I had to drag in a steadying breath but it didn't stop the thrill-lovin' hussy in me from trying to take things further. "What's the first thing you want to do?"

We hadn't so much as kissed yet, not even touched in any way that wouldn't be classed as platonic. So when he flattened his palms against my abdomen and slid them up to close over my breasts, I sucked in a pleasure filled gasp and arched my back. "God... Logan. Give a girl some warning before you do something like that." I'd worn a thin cotton bra tonight, the kind with no padding, no lace or other adornments, so when his thumbs and forefingers began rolling my nipples and massaging my breasts, I felt every touch intensely through my shirt. 

"You love surprises," he said as if he'd spent the last ten years getting to know me rather than being absent from my life. He leaned in close and pressed his lips to my cheek, leaving his mouth there so I could feel the smoothness of his skin and his breaths moving over me. He didn't play fair, but I liked that about him. "Am I right?" he coaxed, giving my breasts a firm rub.

"Uh-huh." I turned my head to invite a kiss that he didn't seem in any kind of hurry to take. Our breaths intermingled, and even though I felt the heat coming off him he made sure to keep his mouth a safe distance from mine. "Kiss me," I demanded in a shaky voice, wondering if he just sucked at picking up hints. 

He pressed his lips to the underside of my jaw. "Not yet."

Oh, really? I ground my hips against him, at least content to find an impressive erection hiding there inside his pants. If we were going to go about this whole thing backwards, I figured I might as well get on board with the idea and have some fun of my own. My hand slipped behind me and dipped between our bodies. I gave him a firm rub and let out a rushed, "Oh, my God," at the feel of him. 

He groaned and kept his hands still, clutching my breasts while I explored the length of him. He felt so good even through a couple layers of material that I couldn't wait to get my hands on him for real. "Logan, I think you like me," I said, gripping as much of him as I could through the fabric.

His responding laugh came out more like a growl. The deep, husky sound made my hips roll and my back arch further. "You can tell, huh?"

While his hands began moving again, his fingers teasing and rubbing my nipples, I responded in kind and leaned into his body as I stroked him. "Yeah. I think you like me a lot."

His fingers slid down to the waistband of my black pants, and with one hand he flicked the button open. While I braced myself for what I knew was coming next, he yanked the zipper down and slipped his hand inside my panties. He didn't waste any time reaching his intended target, and at the first touch I let out a deep sigh and parted my legs. He stroked his fingers back and forth through my wetness, making a hum of approval beside my ear. "I think you like me, too." 

We still hadn't kissed yet. Hearing him talk to me like this made me desperate to feel his mouth on mine, but I wanted to try it his way and let him lead, maybe not act like I knew everything for once. 

His other hand kept massaging my breasts, moving from one to the other, teasing my nipples so thoroughly it seemed like he had all the time in the world to play with me. I couldn't remember ever being as turned on as I felt right then. With the hardness of his body supporting me and the strength of his hands driving me crazy, I closed my eyes and made a whimpering sound. 

"You doing okay there?" he asked, touching his lips to the corner of my mouth. 

"No." I pushed my hips closer to his stroking fingers. "This is just... awful." The rumble of his deep laughter against my skin made me smile. My hand smoothed along the length of him and slipped beneath, our positions making my attempts a little awkward. I wanted to drag his fly down and touch that silky skin of his, but I had a feeling he wouldn't give me full access there until he got a certain reaction from me. 

My eyes continued adjusting to the darkness, and what had originally seemed to be pitch black had now become clearer. The shape of the landscape around us, the outline of the trees in the distance, the swaying grass over to the left and a scrabbling sound in the bush that I didn't even want to think about right now because—

"Oh, my God." I pressed back hard against Logan's chest and let the trembling come over me. My thighs locked together and trapped his hand. My eyes squeezed shut. Pleasure filled me and my hold on his erection tightened until I'd shuddered through an orgasm so intense it had me crying out. 

He spoke in a low voice beside my ear the whole time, the words mostly unintelligible but the sound of his roughened voice just making me want him all the more. When the tremors had subsided he slipped his fingers from my panties and shoved both hands under my shirt, using his thumbs to lift my bra and top over my breasts. I opened my eyes and glanced down to see my hardened nipples appear beneath the bundled material. Even though I knew no one could see us out here the sudden exposure still had my stomach dipping. 

I turned my head to search Logan's face in the dim light. The features that had always seemed so relaxed and composed were now hardened with desire, his hazel eyes glimmering in the dark. He gave me a quick smile, the expression so out of place amid all of that intensity that it made me gasp. When he eased me away from him to unfasten his belt and zipper, the sound of those movements and the promise they held had my heart racing all over again.

Once he'd freed himself he gripped my hips and pulled me against him, then without even giving me a chance to get my head around the fact that, yes, this was actually happening now, right now, he slid inside me from behind.

He groaned as he filled me, and if I'd heard ever anything hotter than that I couldn't remember it right then. The sensation of him being completely inside me, so close I could smell his subtle cologne and feel his hard stomach pressed against my lower back, had my eyes drifting closed and a deep breath leaving me.

Logan leaned against the hood of the car and took me with him, urging me back until I was sitting on his lap. With his arms wrapped around me and his cock buried deep inside me, the moment felt so good, so right, that I couldn't imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else. He covered one of my bare breasts with his palm and pressed his mouth to my throat. His fingertips began teasing my nipple while his hips moved slowly beneath me. I couldn't stop myself from matching his pace, deepening the connection to intensify the sensations.

Logan kissed his way slowly along my neck and a trail of shivers followed the journey of his soft, damp, unbelievably sexy mouth. I wanted that mouth on mine, but no, he'd been stubborn and hadn't even kissed me to congratulate me on that spectacular orgasm.

"You make the sexiest sound when you come," he said against my throat.

"Do I?" I pressed down harder against his hips, smiling at the way his breath caught. "I stopped thinking as soon as you touched me."

Something I said must have set him off because he pushed off the car, and without even breaking physical contact with me, turned us both around. "Bend over and put your hands on the hood," he said in a gruff tone I'd never heard from him before.

With a rush of desire that had my knees wobbling, I leaned forward and flattened my palms against the cool metal. "Yes, Officer." 

A sound remarkably like a snort came from behind me. "God, Lace, I swear. I can't figure out if I want to laugh or keep fucking you."

Why couldn't I just shut the hell up, hmm? "The second option, definitely the second option. Or multi-task. I'm good with that, too."

And he did. With a low chuckle he smoothed his hand up my spine and leaned over me, gripping the back of my neck while he gave me a deep, testing thrust. A sensation like the one I'd felt on the downward slide of a rollercoaster filled my stomach, and my back bowed as my fingers curled against the hood. He seemed to like my reaction because he clutched my hip with his other hand and began a series of hard, driving thrusts that made me want to scream. 

The strength of his movements pushed me closer to the car, my long hair swinging over one shoulder and my forehead almost pressed to the metal. I focused on the sensation of his cock sliding into me and begged him to keep going. He continued on with his deep thrusts, his heavy breaths and the feel of his fingers digging into my hip thrilling me. When my knees nearly gave way he moved his hand to my lower abdomen and supported me, but he never let up. His pace only increased and I pushed back to meet every thrust.

Once I had my feet again he moved his hand between my legs and rubbed me there, apparently not content with only giving me one orgasm. His fingers were wet and slippery, moving easily back and forth while his thrusts drove my desire to breaking point all over again. I rested my elbows on the hood for leverage and shoved my hips back hard. He groaned and let go of my neck, slipping his other hand beneath me to reach for my breasts.

Even though we'd never been together like this before, I still recognised the point when he wanted to let go. His thrusts became shallow, more frequent, and left me gasping for breath. Without even needing to ask I knew he only wanted one thing from me before he went there. "Logan, I'm nearly... I'm gonna—" 

"Fuck." He pressed a little harder between my thighs, rubbing from side to side until I couldn't take it anymore. My legs clenched around him for the second time tonight, and he drove into me with so much force I had to steady myself against the car. His momentum built until I found myself holding my breath, then his hands suddenly clamped me against his body, hard, so hard, and he came with a long, husky groan. It only took seconds for me to join him there. 

When it was all over my heart pounded and I could barely breathe. Lifting my head, I looked around and dragged in air while I held myself off the car. I desperately wanted to collapse right here and take a minute to get my breath back, but the idea of cold metal touching bare skin held me back. I'd have to wait until I got home for a full recovery, although something told me I'd never really get over tonight.

We both busied ourselves pulling up our pants and fixing our clothing. When I'd only managed to get my zipper halfway closed, Logan turned me around and clasped my face in his hands.

We'd been out here for a while now, and although there were shadows falling across his face I could still clearly make out those gorgeous eyes of his and the way he was checking out my features in the darkness. With only the wind swirling around our feet, the skitter of dead leaves and that damn scrabbling in the bushes for company, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip and watched me quietly. 

The connection between us had a strange tension building inside me, tightening my stomach until my breaths picked up pace and I felt like I might either pass out or start begging him to just... do something. He chose that moment, the one where I could barely hold back from gripping his shirt and dragging him against me, to smile and press his lips to mine. 

His fingers delved into my hair at the sides and his thumbs swept over my cheeks. My eyes drifted closed and I sighed as I found myself on the receiving end of the sweetest, softest kiss I'd ever known. His mouth moved slowly with mine, his hands staying right where they were to keep me steady—and it felt right, so, so right. After the intensity of what we'd shared against his car, the sensual, almost innocent kiss had tenderness flowing through me.

Just when I'd settled into those teasing sensations, the soft touches and skilful movements, he pulled away and smiled as he met my eyes—then went back for one more lingering peck as if he just couldn't stop himself. I laughed breathlessly and glanced away for a few seconds to gather my composure. Now, after all these years, my old awkwardness had come over me again and I didn't know how to handle the situation.

When several painful seconds had passed, the sound of Logan's voice made me jump.

"Want to come back to my place and stay the night?"

My gaze shot back to meet his, my heart thudding at the idea of sleeping beside him. "You mean you don't live with—" 

"No, I don't live with what's-her-face." His eyes had filled with amusement now.

It amazed me just how much could change over such a short space of time. I took in the quietness of our surroundings, listened to the waves lapping in the distance. So remote, so peaceful here. He'd brought me to a place I'd never been to before, but I suddenly felt a part of it now.

When I glanced back at Logan and saw the way he was watching me, sort of like he couldn't be sure I'd agree but hoped I would all the same, it sealed the deal for me right there and then.

An opportunity for another adventure and the chance to spend more time with a guy like him? Who wouldn't say yes to that?

I smiled and brushed the back of his hand with mine. "Sounds like fun."