3 comments/ 12417 views/ 8 favorites Road Trip Ch. 04 By: foolish_hobgoblin "Would you teach me how to drive this thing?" Eve asked. Will glanced over at her, having to force himself to return his eyes to the road. She was wearing jeans with the cuffs rolled up her calves, a flowy white top, and was resting her feet on the dashboard from where she reclined in the passenger seat. The summer sun was shining on her skin, the wind blowing strands of hair from her ponytail into her face. She looked like a bombshell and an angel. "I don't know - would your feet even reach the pedals?" he teased. She leaned over and punched his arm, laughing. "Besides, I thought you were scared to get behind the wheel of this - what did you call it the other day? - behemoth?" he added, grinning. "Yeah, but I feel guilty that you do all the driving," she said simply. "I like driving. And I like having your company while I drive, so just plan on continuing to sit there looking pretty and being entertaining," he told her. "All right," she said, looking pleased. She fanned a magazine over her feet to dry her freshly painted toenails, looking up at him when the RV swerved a little. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "You're also distracting." She blushed, but smiled enough to show her dimple. Leaning over again, she ran a finger down his arm. "I bet I could reach the pedals if I sat in your lap," she said seductively. "Should we try it out?" He blew a long breath out of his mouth, resolutely staring at the road. "Woman, you are wicked," he said. "It was just a thought," she said, shrugging. Will gripped the steering wheel, carefully adjusting his pants, and was relieved to see a rest stop coming up in a couple of miles. When he turned on the blinker and exited the highway, Eve looked at him with a giggle. "Tired?" she asked innocently when he parked. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he faced her with a dark look. "You have ten seconds to get to the bed," he said. She laughed, then her eyes widened when he started counting down. He was at seven before she managed to get her seatbelt off. He lunged for her and she shrieked playfully, darting into the kitchen. He grabbed her thigh as she ran past, causing her to tumble into the cushioned booth. Maggie looked up at them from her dog bed as if indignant that her nap was interrupted. Will was at three when she got to the bedroom door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob, turning to look at him charging toward her. Her smile disappeared and she flattened herself against the door. "One," he said in a low voice. He stepped close enough to her that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes, exposing the graceful length of her neck. Placing his hands on the doorframe, he hovered over her, staring at her. He watched as her lips parted in anticipation, her hips arching away from the door toward him. A grunt of approval sounded in his throat and he leaned down to kiss her. "Take your hair down for me," he murmured against her lips. He deepened the kiss when he felt her long strands spill around them, his hands gripping the wood of the doorframe. "I don't know what you do to me," he said in a gasp, fumbling with the fly of her jeans. Her hands went to work on his pants and she spoke without looking up. "Same thing you do to me, I expect," she said breathlessly, shoving his pants down his legs. She kicked off her jeans and whipped her shirt off. He groaned, frozen in place. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She just stood, proudly displaying her body from the perky breasts to the beautifully trimmed patch of hair between her legs. "Christ," he whispered, tugging his t-shirt over his head. Gripping her under her arms, he lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around him. He squeezed her behind, rocking her against him, their mouths meeting in a ferocious kiss. Her slick heat ran the length of his shaft, the sensation bringing him down the now all too familiar spiral, into the heart of the tornado where there was just her, gloriously surrounding him and making his head spin. He slid into her, biting her lip as she lowered onto him, moving one hand to fist her hair, tangling his fingers in the silky mass. It had been over a week since they left Chicago. Over a week since he'd first experienced the heaven of this with her, and each time it hit him as powerfully as the first. But it wasn't just this that was heavenly. It was all of it. Traveling with her. Waking up with her. Talking with her. Just looking at her from across a room made him feel centered. To be able to be as close to her as they now were, knowing he could have her at any moment and that she was more than willing - that she wanted him with the same fervor and intensity - that was just the delectable icing on some kind of orgasmic cake. He thrust into her, slamming her against the door, his knuckles behind her head taking the majority of the onslaught. With each movement her breasts jiggled against his chest, her thighs clenched his waist, matching the inner muscles milking his cock. He rained kisses from her mouth to her ear, nibbled on her neck, hunching his back to take her breast in his mouth, his teeth clamping on her nipple. Anything to get closer, anything for more of her. When she came he pulled back to watch her, never tiring of the sight of it. Of the way she completely let go, shaking and crying out and meeting his thrusts. Her face got so flushed, starting with pink spots on her cheeks until the tips of her ears were bright red. She always looked surprised, which he found delightful, as if she didn't really expect it to happen again. Maybe that's why she didn't hold back when she peaked, just in case it didn't. She always kept her eyes on his, holding his gaze as tightly as she held the rigid staff inside her. And he always stared back, wanting to be in the moment with her as much as he could. "Oh - baby," she cried, scratching at his back with her nails. She kept moving against him long after her climax ended, which was another in a long list of things he adored about her. Always ready, always eager. Always seeming to want more of him in a way he couldn't comprehend but knew better than to question. He brought her to another release, feeling primal and masculine and possessive. He came inside her just as hers was ending, completely devoured by her. Her body slumped in his arms and she clung to him, her heart beating rapidly against his chest. Pressing her against the wall, he leaned in for support, panting into her neck. "We may have to try you sitting in my lap while I drive after all," he said a few minutes later, his face still pressed into her skin. "I can't seem to let you go." She gave a breathy laugh, taking his face in her hands and kissing him softly. She drew back, running a finger across his mouth. "Every time," she mused, staring at his lips. "It's just as amazing - if not better. Every time." "I know," he said gruffly, his heart expanding in his chest. She smiled sweetly, running her fingers through his hair. His knees buckled and he slid them carefully to the floor, keeping her on his lap. "You might just be my undoing," he murmured, his lips brushing her forehead. "It would be a good way to go," she said with a chuckle. They eventually disentangled themselves and got dressed, Will watching her almost sadly as her clothes covered her. After letting Maggie run around in the grass while they kept smiling giddily at each other, they returned to the road. "Hey, there's a haunted pub tour in Savannah," she said, looking through the brochures they'd picked up at the rest stop. "Can we go?" "Won't you be scared?" he teased. "Why would I be scared of anything when I have you around?" she asked. He stretched out an arm and she placed her hand in his. He kissed her fingertips and smiled warmly at her. --- "Holy crap, I see her behind you right now." Eve gave a start and turned, a squeal poised on her lips. There was nothing behind her and she turned to the man who had spoken to find him doubled over in drunken laughter. "Jackass," she said, suppressing a smile. Next to her Will was chuckling and she pinched his arm, trying to look stern. "Sorry," he said, his shoulders still shuddering from laughter. She rolled her eyes, grinning. Their guide had just described the story of a young girl who died in the building behind them when it was an infirmary and whose spirit supposedly regularly returned. The tour group consisted of one other couple who appeared to be in their thirties and about a dozen people in their early twenties, mostly boys who seemed to be making it their goal to scare or tease everyone else. "I really did see her," the young man said, pretending to look apologetic. Eve narrowed her eyes at him, seeing his amusement. "Whatever, Scott," she said haughtily. "It's Steve," he told her for the third time. "Is it?" she asked innocently, feigning confusion. "Huh. I could have sworn it was Scott." She shrugged and took a sip of her beer. Will snorted a laugh and she winked at him playfully behind Steve's back. The guide was adept at handling such a large crowd and led them to the next bar, pointing out locations of interest along the way. At the last pub, the group lingered after their guide left, chatting and making small talk. Steve and his friends were making plans to go dancing and he turned to invite Eve. "If it's okay with your dad," he added formally. One of the girls with him smacked him on the back of his head, bursting into laughter. "Dude, that's not her dad, you moron," she sputtered. Steve looked at Eve and Will, clearly perplexed. Eve rolled her eyes with a grin, lacing her fingers with Will's and leaning into him. Steve looked back and forth between them a few times before he caught on. "Oh," he said, reddening. "Sorry." His friends were laughing uncontrollably and Eve couldn't help joining in. It wasn't until they left, Steve concentrating on the floor and his friends continuing to tease him, that she looked at Will. His jaw was clenched and he was glaring at his beer. "Hey," she said in concern, putting a hand on his arm. He raised his head but looked past her. "Let's go," he said brusquely, throwing some cash on the table. He was halfway to the door before she got up and she had to rush to join him outside. "Will, what -" she said. He sped up, his long legs easily outpacing her. She started to try to catch up, then frustration took over and she simply stopped, watching him stomp away. He was a block and a half away before he turned around. "Are you coming?" he asked harshly. "Or did you want to go out with them? Because don't let me stop you." Her mouth fell open in shock. Her hands formed into fists and she held her arms stiffly next to her as she walked toward him. She paused in front of him for a fraction of a second to look at him, his eyes hard and unreadable, then brushed past him and headed to the hotel. Willing herself not to look behind her, she hurried up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, only remembering after she was in their room that Maggie was still in the RV. "Dammit," she muttered, searching for the copy of the motor home's key that he'd given her. Going back down the stairs almost stealthily in an attempt to avoid him, she crossed the parking lot to the RV. Maggie barely stirred when she entered, having grown so comfortable there that Eve was able to leave her alone if they were going somewhere dogs weren't allowed. They typically slept in the RV, but Will readily gave in to her request that they stay in a hotel occasionally. She paced around the kitchen, looking at her things scattered around. She had gotten comfortable there, too. They were surprisingly well suited as travel partners, especially in view of the relatively small shared space, and she had moved into the motor home seamlessly. So far it had felt like a surreal fantasy that was somehow still very real. As if this was how it could always be. She had managed to ignore the fact that it was going to end at some point, but now his attitude brought it to the forefront of her mind. She felt ridiculously trapped, considering they had left her car in Chicago with Katie. She decided that in spite of whatever was going on in Will's head, she wasn't going to pass up sleeping in a hotel room because of it. She had just put Maggie's leash on when the door opened. "What are you doing in here?" Will snapped. "I'm getting my dog," she replied, startled. "Jesus Christ, Eve - I've been scouring the hotel looking for you," he said angrily. She shrugged, leading Maggie to the door. He stepped in front of her and she glared at him. "Do you mind?" she asked coldly. He stared at her for a long moment before moving aside. She rushed outside, hearing him lock the RV and follow her. "Eve -" he said, catching up to her. She quickened her pace, almost breaking into a jog by the time she reached the hotel but managing to keep him at bay. He headed for the elevator so she took Maggie up the stairs. Not that it helped; they reached the room at the same time. Will unlocked the door and held it open for her. "Thanks," she muttered. She put a blanket on the floor for Maggie and gave her a treat, hovering over the dog as a means of ignoring him. "Eve," he said plaintively. She turned to face him. "I'm sorry," he said flatly. "Was that about that idiot thinking you were my dad?" she asked quietly. "Well - yeah," he said, looking exasperated. "So?" she said incredulously. He ran his fingers through his hair, his shoulders bunched up with tension. "It pissed me off, okay? For Christ's sake - you think I like being reminded of my age like that?" "Who cares?" she scoffed. "I don't care," he said, his voice rising. "But I don't have to like it either. I am old enough to be your father, after all." "But - what does it matter?" she said with a shrug. "What do you mean?" he asked, appearing thoroughly confused. She tried to take a breath but couldn't get enough air in her lungs. Her brain was telling her to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "I mean," she said, her voice cold to mask the pain. "It's not like you have to worry about introducing me to people you know - or explaining our age difference to anyone...or your kids having someone their age as their stepmom or anything like that. So what does it matter what some stranger thinks." He looked as if she'd slapped his cheek, his eyes large with shock and anger. "What? Do you think I'm embarrassed by you or something? Like I'm hiding you away so I don't have to explain this to people? Fucking hell," he shouted. Eve tensed, her body stock still. She picked a spot on the wall over his shoulder and focused on it. "Is that really what you think?" he was saying loudly. "Is that all you think of me?" She could hear him but years of conditioning made her successfully avoid really ingesting his words, so she remained silent while he waited for a response. "Eve?" he prompted heatedly. "Eve!" She allowed her eyes to meet his briefly but still didn't speak. "You're not going to answer me?" he demanded. "We're not going to talk about this at all." The wall had some discoloration, she noticed. A crack in the plaster streamed out from the small, yellowed spot. Her eyes ran over the uneven edges of the stain. "What do you want me to say?" he went on, seething. "That I hated having it shoved in my face that those are the kids you should be hanging out with, not me? That I fucking hated the way that kid was looking at you all night? The way he was flirting with you and checking you out - the way you seemed to enjoy it?" He sighed angrily at her silence. She knew what she was doing but was unable to stop, unable to re-enter the conversation even to defend herself. "That I hate the way you're ignoring me right now?" he added in a shout. She risked a glance at him and felt her heart twist at his expression: angry, yes, but also sad and confused. "Fuck this," he spat out, unbuttoning his shirt and stalking toward her. --- "Wh - what are you doing?" she asked, her eyes round. He let the shirt slip off, his jeans soon joining it on the floor, and reached for her blouse, undoing the buttons methodically. "I would think it's fairly obvious," he said sardonically. "Will -" He paused briefly, studying her eyes and seeing alarm but not fear. His fingers moved swiftly until her top hung open, revealing her cream-colored lace bra and the heaving chest under it. He gripped her waist, knowing he should take a step back, calm down, breathe. There was a faint whisper, that nagging voice of reason telling him to stop, but it was too late. The bottomless pit was swallowing him up, that same mindless force that beckoned him, tugged at him, pulled him in with its long fingers of lust and desire. The same dark abyss that made him lose himself completely in his need for her, the one that made him teeter on the edge of sanity, unaware of his actions. He had stopped fighting it, had almost begun to welcome it, rewarded by her surrender each time. Her wholehearted, giving acquiescence that was also fierce and determined. As if she knew it was impossible to conquer, so instead she committed fully. His anger and jealousy over that stupid kid's comment was forgotten, disappeared. Became a deep, painful hurt when she stood there numbly while he ranted. Not even looking at him. Acting like she didn't hear him. Blocking him out. The abyss wouldn't allow any of that. He was desperate for a response, a reaction from her, and knew this was the surefire way to get it. Knew she wouldn't resist, not when the contact of their skin created a charge so strong he expected it to cause a power outage. Not when, even now, her hips were arching toward him, her whole body responding to him, reaching for him. This was how it was with them, drawn to each other like two magnets. Their bodies searching, clawing their way through the inconsequential, the frivolous. The bullshit that didn't matter. Because nothing mattered but this. He took one step and pressed his body against hers, her soft curves molding to him. He slid a hand up her bare leg under her skirt and hooked his fingers on her panties, dragging them down her legs. She watched him as she stepped out of her underwear, cautious but wanting. He bunched the back of her blouse in his hand, gathering the fabric until her arms, still in her sleeves, were forced back, her breasts arching into his chest. Her lips parted and he tugged on her shirt so the sleeves fell down to her wrists, tightening his grip and twisting the material, pinning her arms behind her. --- Eve gasped, focusing on him, which despite her delirious arousal wasn't difficult. His large frame was filling her vision, his scent wafting around her, his absolute maleness inflaming her. How he did this, every time, she didn't know. She just knew she needed it. Him. Her trembling knees were knocking against his legs. Winding an arm around her, he walked her back to a chair, lowering her carefully, pushing her skirt up to her waist. He rested his fist, still closed around her blouse, on the seat cushion behind her, slowly devouring her with his eyes. Her arms trapped behind her, she stopped breathing, her lower lip catching in her teeth. Waiting for his next move. Waiting for him. Knowing whatever he did would drive her further into an intoxicated state of arousal where a simple look or word could set her off. Shoving his boxers down, he circled a hand around her ankle, hooking her leg on his hip. He held himself at the entrance to her heated valley, his nostrils flaring at the smell of her arousal. She watched in amazement as his eyes softened, his eyebrows rising slightly in question. Affection rushed through her. He may appear to be driven by his frantic lust, but she knew he would never be so far gone as to force her to do anything. Road Trip Ch. 04 She blinked slowly, her lips curving in a small smile, her hips nudging forward to meet him. He groaned and slammed into her, filling her completely in one move. Her head flew back and his teeth found her neck. His kisses traveled to her cheek, his lips resting on the corner of her mouth. "Look at me," he urged. Her head came forward to look at him, his piercing eyes a glittering silver. He took a shaky breath, beginning to pump in and out of her, their eyes locked. "Don't - shut me out - like that. Not again," he said through gritted teeth. Her mouth dropped open in surprise at the realization that he wasn't angry. He was hurt. She had hurt him by closing off the way she had done so many times it was instinctual. She searched for words but her inner muscles fluttered and her surprise grew. He felt it and glanced down briefly, startled as well that she was coming so quickly. He found her eyes again. "Not again," he repeated. She might have nodded. It might have been just her body moving in response to his forceful thrusts. She wasn't sure. He didn't seem sure either. "Promise me," he grunted. He shoved the bra up above her breasts, gripping and rolling one nipple between his fingers. She cried out, then bit her lip. Her one foot on the floor was trying to gain purchase so she could meet his thrusts. What could she say? What did he want her to say? She couldn't think clearly, her entire being focused on the weapon sheathed inside her like a sword, reaching straight for her heart. --- She still hadn't said anything. Why wasn't she saying anything? It was driving him mad. "Please, Eve. Please," he gasped. "I can't bear to have you shut me out." Her body stilled and she sucked in a loud breath. She nodded quickly, her entire being tense and poised on the edge. "Say it," he demanded. His hips sped up and he smoothed his hand down her body until it was between her legs, flicking the swollen button. Her body jerked in response. "Yes," she breathed, her legs quivering uncontrollably. "I promise - I - I'll try," she panted. "Please, Will - I'll - I'll try." His relief at her words was fleeting, quickly turning into horror as her eyes filled with moisture, positive they weren't tears brought on by overwhelming passion. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice pained. Her orgasm overcame both of them and her look of distress was replaced with one of fierce, urgent hunger. The dark void surged around him in response to her expression. He growled and slammed into her, relishing the feel of her body meeting his, knowing she was trying to get closer to him. She was contracting around him, her body wracked with spasms. Pulling him deeper and deeper, and he let himself be sucked in. Falling, crumbling, shattering. --- He had carried her to the bed, tucking the sheet around her securely, wrapping his body around hers. She was shivering, the simple touch of his hand burning her skin, the contrast of the cool sheet deliciously tortuous on her sensitive body. She felt him tuck her hair behind her ear, giving her a tender kiss on her temple. "Okay?" he whispered. "Mm-hmm," she replied in a soft moan. She snuggled deeper into the sheets, into his embrace, feeling totally satiated. She had given up worrying about her enthusiastic responses to him, no longer caring if there was something wrong with her. There couldn't be, not when it felt like that. Maybe, just maybe, it meant this could be something more. That it didn't have to end. "No - Eve," he said, nudging her cheek. She blinked lazily and tried to focus on him. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Are - are we okay?" Snaking a hand out of her cocoon of bedding, she stroked the wrinkle between his brows with a smile. "Yeah," she said. "Are you sure? I'm sorry if -" "Shh," she said, trying to find his mouth with her fingers, her eyes drooping shut. "Eve," he implored. "I -" He broke off and buried his face in her hair, his arms locked around her. Arms that were shaking, she realized. Finding his hands, she laced their fingers together. "You don't have to tell me what that was about," he said gently. "But I hope you know you can talk to me. About anything." Her eyes opened, suddenly feeling wide awake. She stared at the wall over his shoulder. She began to speak without making a conscious decision to do so. "I think it's just some - conditioned response," she said quietly. "It's how I react when someone yells at me. I always have, since I was a kid. I barely realize I'm doing it." "Who?" he asked in a tight voice. "Your parents?" She nodded, avoiding his eyes. "And Patrick," she said in a small voice. His arms tightened around her. She could feel the tension and anger humming through him. "Is that all he did?" he said roughly. "Or did he -" "No," she interrupted firmly. "He was just a yeller. Just like my dad." She sighed. "It's true what they say, you know - about girls being drawn to guys like their fathers." "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's okay," she said calmly. "At least I realize it now - my pattern. Though learning that apparently doesn't help with my reaction to it." She looked at him hesitantly. "I am sorry about that," she said awkwardly. "I don't mean to -" She stopped and shrugged. He shook his head and kissed her tenderly, reassuring her. "I'm sorry I lost control like that, I really didn't mean to - I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked anxiously. She grinned. "How many times do I have to tell you? I like it." He smiled self-consciously, kissing the tip of her nose. "Maybe I like hearing you tell me how much you like it," he said softly into her ear. His warm breath tickled her hair and she shivered, goosebumps covering her arms. He propped himself up on an elbow, caressing her cheek. "Were both of your parents Spanish?" he asked suddenly. "What?" she said with a laugh. He smirked. "It just occurred to me - you don't look that Spanish." "And a good thing, too," she said, giggling. "Since I'm not. Cortes is Portuguese." "Oh," he said, looking somewhat stunned. "I'm embarrassed I didn't know that until now." He smiled softly, tracing the arch of her eyebrow. "Just your father?" "Half," she said dreamily, his touch warming her. "Half Portuguese, half German...my mom's Greek-Italian." "Hm," he murmured, combing his fingers through her hair. "That explains this gorgeous hair." "At least why there's so much of it," she said, smiling sleepily at him. "And what about you, Doc?" she teased. "Oh, let's see," he said, putting a pillow under his head and drawing her to him. "There's some Irish and Scottish, some German, Polish, a little Dutch...I think there might be some Hungarian and Czech as well." "Sheesh," she said. "You're like the European department of the United Nations." He chuckled. "Did you have dogs growing up?" She rested her chin on his chest to look at him. "Are you doing a research paper or something?" He pinched her behind before hugging her to him. "I just want to know you, sweetheart," he said in a satisfied sigh. She gave him a pleased smile, swallowing against the sudden lump in her throat. Shaken by his sincerity, his thoughtfulness. Wondering if it was a mistake to let him in. Realizing it was far too late to worry about that, when he already lived in her heart. --- They stayed up late into the night talking, peppering each other with questions about their childhoods, their families, everything from their favorite colors and foods to various religions and their views on the afterlife. They debated Shakespeare and Richard III once again, as well as King John and Elizabeth I. Will felt strangely rejuvenated by their conversation, realizing it had been years, possibly decades, since he'd felt this kind of intimate companionship where he could just talk for hours about anything and everything. Once he'd gotten past the initial shock of his wife's affair, the knowledge that they'd been growing apart for years, living separate lives, wasn't that surprising. Still, he couldn't remember if he and Barb had ever just talked like this, even in the early days. Eve was in the middle of a story about her sister at some cheerleading camp and paused to look at him quizzically. He realized he'd gotten distracted by the sight of her lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air, her ankles crossed daintily, and was staring at her intently. She brushed her hair back self-consciously. "What?" she said. "Nothing," he said, smiling. "I just - I'm having a good time," he said lamely. She tilted her head and smiled fondly, reaching out to rest her fingers lightly on his cheek. "Will, I -" she hesitated, her quickening breath making her breasts visibly heave. "I am, too," she said simply. A new kind of pressure spread through him, contracting rapidly in his ribcage and then expanding. His heart pounded in his ears. He felt his smile widen as he looked at her, seeing new things about her. Details he had noticed before but never really absorbed. The curl of her eyelashes. The small birthmark under the line of her jaw. How tiny her earlobes were. The way her nose crinkled. How captivating she was. How he was falling in love with her. His chest constricted in shock. Am I falling in love with her? he thought, staring into the eyes that were currently a sedate grey. No. He had fallen in love with her. He didn't know when it had happened, how it could even be true after such a short time, but there it was. Overjoyed, he easily ignored any concerns about what was going to happen in the future and leaned over to kiss her. She returned his kiss, her plump lips meeting his languidly, softly, meaningfully. He moaned against her mouth, running a tongue along her bottom lip, rewarded by her tongue meeting his. Teasing, caressing, giving. He slipped his arms around her, flattening her on her back, tangling them up in the sheets. They might have kissed for hours, he wasn't sure. He just knew that with each breath it felt like that first kiss all over again and he was just as lost. Drinking in the lingering taste of beer, of her tears, of her. Dragging the sheet away, he trailed kisses down her chests, over her breasts, her stomach. Her fingers were curling in his hair, digging into his arms, her legs circling around him. He kissed his way back up to her mouth, resting on his arms and looking down at her. "I - I can't wait," he whispered. "I need you." She smiled dreamily, her eyes dark with desire, her lids heavy. Plunging her hands in his hair and bringing his mouth to hers in response. Swirling her tongue against his, nibbling on his neck, squeezing him with her legs. His eyes rolled back. God, yes - more. He groaned almost as if in pain, settling himself between her legs. He entered her slowly, taking one of her hands and twining their fingers, staring into her eyes as she drew him in, her comforting heat engulfing him like hands giving him a welcoming hug, welcoming him home. When he had filled her completely, he rested for a moment, their mouths meeting tenderly. An unexpected stinging burned his eyes, but he smiled at her. And, for the first time, he truly made love to her. Road Trip Ch. 04: Rooms 107 and 108 AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, Kent 38, Pearl, 37, Cherry 36, Rose, Renee and Ross are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear". ***** Cherry parked the Subaru and went with Pearl to the motel office to claim their reservations. The two adjoining rooms had two queen beds each, were not-smoking and located at the end of a short wing away from traffic, the ice machine and the office. Ross took the key for Room 107 and the sisters moved into Room 108. Ross had just stripped to his boxers when he heard a knock on the connecting door. "Who is it?" he called. "It's your aunt, Ross, c'mon and open up!" answered Cherry. "But I'm in my shorts, Aunt Cherry," protested Ross. "Piffle! You think I haven't seen you in your shorts before?" countered Cherry, "You owe me a back rub, buddy, and I'm here to collect, so quit stalling around!" "Oh, OK," acquiesced Ross, "I guess I did sort of offer" although at the time he had only a faint hope she would take him up on it and no plan to make it happen. Now here she was demanding it..."Holy Moly!" he thought, unlocking his side of the door. Ross gaped as his aunt stepped through the door clad only in pale blue panties and their matching bra, which he had earlier glimpsed in the car. She was truly stunning as she marched past him and flopped face down, spread eagled across one of the beds. Ross remained frozen in place until Cherry, arching up on her elbows and forearms, turned her head. Smiling, she said "All talk and no action, Ross? You didn't impress me as that kind of guy. Come over here, sweetie, and work on my aches." Taking a deep breath, Ross moved to the end of the bed and asked, "Umm, Aunt Cherry, does Mom know you're in here and asking for a back rub?" "Of course, silly!" Cherry snorted, "she was right there in the car when we talked about it, wasn't she? Now she's out hunting for a pizza for us, so this is the perfect time." Patting the bed, she continued, "Now get up and get rubbing!" Chuckling to herself, Cherry turned and lay back down with her arms akimbo under the pillows and chin resting on top. Ross climbed up on the bed. Kneeling, he straddled and almost, but not quite, sat on Cherry's butt as he leaned forward putting his hands at the tops of her shoulders on either side of her neck. Ross only had just begun when he felt his cock swelling and its head started to poke through this boxers. Hoping his aunt would lay still and not turn around to look at him again, Ross tried to discreetly push himself back in, but his dick only got harder the more he touched it, and suddenly it was rigid and impossibly exposed. Cherry began to fidget and asked, "What's going on, Honey? How come you started and then stopped? Are you OK?" "Yes, Aunt Cherry," Ross answered, "It's all OK, I was just trying to, umm, balance my stance so you could have a better massage." Sighing, Ross gave up trying to contol his boner which now bobbed up and down with every move he made. Cherry lay on the bed punctuating Ross's rubdown with little grunts, groans, and occasional sighs, but after a few minutes she said, muffled by the pillow, "Unhook my bra, Honey, and rub those strap marks out. My boobs have been trapped all day and are crying for relief!" Scarcely believing his ears but following her instructions, Ross didn't hear any objection as he pulled the unsnapped back strap away and Cherry's mounds bulged invitingly to her sides beneath her upraised arms. Massaging the strap area on her back, Ross pushed outward to extend his hands ever closer to the the vulnerable sides of Cherry's tits. In a few strokes, he worked his courage up and boldly slid his hands entirely around her chest. Cherry's boobs were in his hands at last! To Ross's delight, not only did Cherry not protest, she arched her back and whisked away the obstructing lingerie and lay back down with her breasts pressed to Ross' palms saying, "Mmm, I love your initiative, Honey!" Ross continued to rub his aunt. He moved regularly from her breasts to her shoulders and neck, to the small of her back, then slipping his hands around her waist to her tummy, to return to her boobs again in a full circuit. Suddenly Cherry rolled like a spinning log. Ross, now straddling her waist and staring at her long erect nipples, held her shoulder blades in his hands. "Well would you just look at that!" Cherry exclaimed, seeing Ross' unsheathed lance standing and pointing at the ceiling. Quick as a cat Cherry pulled her nephew onto her and stuck her tongue in between his lips. Kissing him deeply she pulled his shorts down to completely free his erect manhood. "Mmmm...a man with initiative deserves to be rewarded, right, Honey?" Cherry asked rhetorically, breaking from the kiss. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down her body until his face was in front of her panties. Ross saw these were not so pale blue now, as her leaking cunt cast a navy shadow to damply outline its lips. The scent was intoxicating and he pulled the panties away to better get at it. As his instincts overtook him, Ross spread his aunt's pussy with his thumbs and buried his face in its trench. His hands, under her ass, held and raised her as if he was in a contest and she was Cherry pie. "Oooh, honey!," Cherry panted, "Mmm..you are... sooo, unhhh,good!" as she curled her fingers in his hair, "Come here!" and she hauled her nephew back up, kissed his mouth, drooling with her own juices, and rolled them both over ending up on top of him. Reversing her position, she pushed her posterior back to reseal his mouth against her aching, sopping cunt while she faced his rigid waving dick. Cherry seized it and took it into her mouth, sucking noisily. Ross desperately drank the seemingly unending flow from her pussy, not wanting to miss a drop. Cherry, still slurping her nephew's meaty straw, held and squeezed his balls and stoked his shaft. She felt his cock throb as his nutsack tightened and she stopped and whirled around once more. Pinning Ross's shoulders flat to the bed with her outstretched arms, she raised her cunt over his cock and lowered herself until it disappeared and her ass was flush against his thighs. She rocked slowly on his engulfed rod, squeezing it in her channel and lifting and dropping her ass while Ross busily crushed and mauled her boobs and jerked his hips until he exploded with a shout, "I'm COMING AUNT CHERRY!" in the middle of her chorus of guttural babble. Collapsing, Cherry panted in Ross's ear, "Now, ... That's what I ... call..a backrub!" and they both laughed aloud and held each other tight in the afterglow. After Cherry returned to room 108 to take a shower, Ross remained on the bed thinking about what had occurred. His reverie was disturbed by another knock on the connecting door and his mother's voice, "Ross! Are you awake? Open up, it's Mom!" Scrambling to find and put on his shorts, Ross got up and opened the door. Pearl entered, still in her halter, jeans and mules, as Ross said, "I thought you had a pizza." "Well, I might have had one," replied Pearl disgustedly, "but I drove all over the town and neighborhood and found not a single place, except a convenience store with frozen shingles, so I came back to see what our 'Plan B' was." Continuing, Pearl said, "Your Aunt Cherry took a shower and crashed so that just leave us. Are you hungry?" "I guess I could eat, Mom," Ross answered, "but I'm not sure what I want. Pizza would have been OK, but that's out, so, now I don't know." "My growing boy doesn't know?" queried Pearl. "Are you sick or do you need to work out and build an appetite?" "I don't know, Mom," he repeated. "I feel fine, I'm not very hungry and I didn't bring any workout gear, anyway. Maybe I'll just go to bed, too." Pearl stepped forward shoving her left hand into her son's boxers. Grabbing his cock, which immediately showed signs of its approval, she said sternly, "Not without me you won't go to bed, Mister!" Then, smiling, Pearl continued, "I may be just your mother, but I know a thing or two. Like, for instance, how much you enjoyed ogling me today. And how you looked at Cherry. I even know." she went on, as her fingers opened and closed around Ross's building erection, "what happened in the back of the car when your knee itched. Did you think I couldn't see you in my rearview mirror?" Pearl laughed softly, maintaining her firm pulsing grip on his rod and added. "By the way, if you can give your Aunt Cherry a 'back rub', you can jolly well snuggle all night with me! Who knows, maybe you'll wake up hungry for breakfast." she chortled. Without releasing her prize, Pearl reach her right arm behind her to untie her halter straps at the back and neck. Her top fell to the floor exposing her proud breasts to her son. "Um, OK, if you say so, Mom," Ross agreed nervously unbucklimg her belt and popping her jeans' snap while she finished stripping away his shorts and kicked off her mules. Ross knelt to peel her tight jeans over her full hips past her thighs. Pearl's plain white hi-cut briefs, hardly sexy by modern standards, excited him beyond words as he stared at the damp outlined camel-toe coyly hiding behind the thin cloth. Ross's fingers trembled as he brought them to her waist and rolled the briefs down to reveal his mother's closely cropped golden motte pointing to her full glistening pussy lips. She stepped out of the bunched panties and jeans and moved backward to the bed. Ross stood and followed as she sat on the end of the bed and lay back, knees outstpread, feet tippy-toed on the floor. Kneeling again, Ross slid his hands along Pearl's inner thighs, leaned forward and kissed her waiting wet cunt. Sliding his tongue along her slit he nibbled and sucked her clitoris, as he clung tightly to her hips with his strong hands. Pearl pitched and bucked and seized his head to hold him solidly in place. She came in waves under the attack of her son's teasing, torturing, tapdancing tongue. After her third, or perhaps fourth, orgasm, Ross, fully recovered from his earlier session with Cherry, climbed up on the bed. Lying beside his mother he fondled and sucked her beautiful mounds, alternately plucking at one hard nipple with thumb and forefinger while he suckled the other. Rising to kiss Pearl, he rolled her onto her belly tugging his hands at her waist, coaxing her to rise to her knees and elbows and scoot to the end of the bed. Ross got up, stood behind Pearl, stepped forward and shoved his thick rigid bone to its full in her open inviting cunt. His balls slapped his mother's ass, keeping time to the rhythmic plunging forays of his cock. He held her hips locked in his hands and pulled as she pushed. Both mother and son grunted and groaned in their ecstatic exertion. Once more, Ross brought Pearl to the edge and together, with a final lunge, they came. Ross' dick, buried to the hilt, filled her vessel and stopped any backflow. Thoroughly exhausted and still coupled, they slept wrapped in each other's arms.