56 Days (Black) (6 page)

“Do you have one?” he asked, examining me.

“No!” I wailed.  “Why would I have one?”

He laughed.
  “I don’t know, Elsa.  You said that it interested you.  I didn’t know if it was enough to buy one at that party.  Anyway, we can make do with what we have.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“What?”

“Trust me,” he replied.  “Okay, what else?”

“What else, what?”

“What else do you like?”

“Really, Jack?  Jesus Christ.”  I sighed.

Laughing, he said, “What?  You get to ask me next.”

“Can’t we just do it already?”

He kissed up my stomach until he reached my breasts, pulling one into his mouth.  He tugged lightly with his teeth and let go. 

“It’s funny,” he said.  “I never thought of myself as a ‘breast man’ until I met you.  Yours make me crazy.”

“That’s because my tits are great.” 

“That they are.  You’re natural… and jiggly,” he answered, grinning.

“Jiggly?”

“Oh, yeah.  If you’re wearing something low…”

“Which I always am,” I
responded, cutting him off.

“Yes, you are.  But when you do, I can’t focus on anything else.  Your body is nuts.”

“Oh, come on.  I’m not exactly going to win any fitness awards.”

“Trust me.  You
’re soft in all of the right places.”  He paused.  “This is going to seem totally ridiculous to ask but, how old are you?”

“Why would it be ridiculous?  We had sex like
four minutes after we met.  So now we’re doing the Q & A portion of our relationship.”  I smiled at him.  “I’m 28.”

He looked surprised.

“Oh God… are you younger than me?”

“No, Elsa.  I’m 33.  I guess you just seemed younger than 28.”

“Everyone says that.  Anyway, I guess it’s because I don’t have a real career path or something.  Or because my apartment looks like a dorm room.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” he said, dragging his hand between my legs.

God, I had almost forgotten that we were naked. 
We had spent fifteen minutes just hanging out.  Talking.  Now, I was hyper-aware that we were not clothed, lying on the bed together.  Well, I still had my skirt on, but it was more like a belt now, bunched around my navel.

“You have an adult house
,” I blurted.

He laughed.
  “Yeah, I guess I do.  I’ve always been a little ‘adult’ for my age.  In high school, my bedroom was very simple.  White down comforter, wooden bed, no posters, one little hamper.  It was pretty much always clean.  Just light gray walls and wood furniture.  I had a cd player and a computer, but you would have thought it was a spare bedroom.  My mom always laughed at me because I was so different than Vince.  His room was always a wreck with hundreds of posters of bands.  He could never find shit in there.  I was always a little jealous of him for being so fun and outgoing, but I guess it just wasn’t me.”

“
I’m embarrassed that I have to ask, but what does he
look
like?  I can’t remember him from the funeral.  Does he look like you?”

“No
t really.  He’s really tall, I guess.  Like six three, maybe.  He runs, so he’s fit, but he’s always been skinny.  I guess his hair is about the same color as mine, but you’d really have to see it to understand.  It’s hard to describe.”

“Try.”

“Well, I guess it’s like about five inches tall on top and always looks like he just woke up.  It just does weird things.  Girls have always chased him, so I guess he’s doing something right.”

Th
e thought made my stomach clench.  I worried about Rachel. 

“And how does he feel about my sister?”

He studied me, replying, “He is balls out nuts about her.  I have never, ever seen him so turned upside down by someone.”

“Yeah, but you
just said that he was a girl chaser.”

“No, I said that girls have always chased him.  He’s only had one actual serious girlfriend before Rachel.  Mostly dates with other girls, but I know he didn’t sleep with many of them.  He’s brutally honest and has pretty much told me about
everything, whether I want to hear it or not.  Rachel is different, Elsa.  He told me that he wants to marry her.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.  And from what he says, he thinks she might be ready too.”

He shifted in the bed,
moving closer.  “Go get your purse,” he whispered.

*
****

Oh, God. 
He really did mean that we were going to “make do.” 
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
  I talked a big game but when it came down to it, all of this stuff was kind of new to me.  I hadn’t been
with a lot of men.  I wasn’t very sexually progressive.  I knew that I acted a certain way… and that way led men to believe that I was some sort of expert.  Truth was, I just took direction well, I guess.

Why did I ever tell him that my fantasy was to incorporate toys?  I mean, when Dave and I had been together, he
mostly just handed me a wand at the end and told me to have at it.  He rarely “helped” in that department and, if he did, it was always way too rough.  Now, I was supposed to just know what to do?  Like this was my big fantasy?

I wanted to die.  Just fake my own death right
there in that hotel room.

“Before,” I said, pausing, “when I said that I wouldn’t mind bringing toys in… I meant like sometime.  We don’t have to do this today.”

“Elsa, don’t be embarrassed.  Just relax.”  He stood and walked over to my bag, pulling out the silk drawstring pouch and shaking the contents into his palm.  “This waterproof?” he asked.

Jesus Christ.  If I made a run for it, how far could I get?

“Yes,” I choked out.  “Why?”

“Come on,” he said, pulling gently at my arm.  “Let’s take a bath.”

I stood and walked behind him at a snail’s pace.  He lifted me onto the counter and set the pink silicone on the edge of the tub, turning the knobs and lifting up the stopper.

“Tub’s too small, Jack.”

He turned back to me.  “It’s a garden tub, El.  We’ll both fit fine.  Have any extra shampoo in your overnight?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. 

He left me for a few moments to go search inside of my bag.  I studied myself in the mirror.  My face was flushed.  We had already slept together, but this was beyond embarrassing.  I mean, imagine if I had been serious about the anal thing… would he be running to the drugstore for lubricant right now?

I focused on deep breaths
.  In and out, in and out.  Jack walked back into the room with my bottle of honey scented shampoo.  He poured a bit in the hot water, bubbles forming almost immediately.

“Elsa, what’s going on with you?  You
alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Then trust me.  This will be fun.”  He pulled my hair from its nylon band and brushed it over my shoulders.  He stood between my legs, his erection pressed against the side of my thigh.  Kissing a trail up my neck, he stopped just below my ear.  “Are you nervous?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I blurted.  “I’m totally fucking nervous.  I don’t want to do this.  I take it all back.  My real
fantasy is for you to dress up like a fireman.”

He laughed.  “Uh huh.  Well,
honey, I don’t have a fireman’s uniform, but I’ll see what I can do when we’re back in the city.”  He pulled me off of the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist.  He held me over the tub.  “Feet down, missy.”

“I mean it, Jack.  A bath is
okay, but…”

“No toys, Elsa
,” he replied, laughing.  “It’s fine.  I was just trying to help with your nerves.”

I lowered my feet into the water.
  “Too hot.”

He lifted me up and out, fixing the temperature and swirling his hand in the tub.
  “Try it now.”

I dipped my foot back in.  It was still hot, but it felt good.
  My feet were still killing me from my earlier walk on the beach.  “Yeah, it’s nice.  My feet hurt,” I responded, lowering myself into the foam.

He stepped in, sat facing
me and took my foot in his hands.  He kneaded at my sore tissue.  “This better?”

I couldn’t remember a man ever rubbing my feet
… ever taking care of me in that way.  My relationships generally consisted of a lot of routine sex and not a lot of talking.

“That feels awesome.”

He smiled.  “It’s because you wore those boots tonight.”

“I know,” I said, “but I love them.  They
make me feel hot.”

“
You could look hot in house slippers, Elsa.” 

He ran his tongue along his lower lip, making me blush.  He
massaged his thumbs into the pads.

“Ahhh, that feels crazy good.” 

I arched my back, closing my eyes.  When I opened them, he was staring at me, a sweet smile on his lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing.  You just look so pretty right now.  I don’t know… the lights… something.”

I placed my hand on his calf and rubbed my thumb up and down its length, making the water swirl under my touch. 

“You should grow your hair out, you know,” I told him, leaning in and running my fingers across the top of his ear.

He smiled.
  “Why?”

I leaned back against the lip
of the tub.  “You look so buttoned up.  Too buttoned up, maybe.  I just wish I could see you with a little carpenter action going.  You know, the shaggy hair… the flannel shirt… a hammer,” I responded, grinning wickedly.

“A hammer?”  He laughed aloud.  “Honey, if that’s all it takes; you
’re gonna be wet when you see my actual studio.  I’ve got many hammers.”

“I just mean that you
’re so hot, but you look too stiff.  If you just let nature happen and rocked a beard and a shag, you could go full mountain man with this thing.”

“Uh huh.  A beard and a shag?  That’s all it would take to make you mine?”

I leaned into the middle of the tub.  “Come here,” I whispered.

He let my foot go and leaned in, pressing his lips against mine.

“I’m already yours,” I breathed.

He pulled me close
r, forcing me to straddle his lap.  “Promise?” he asked, taking the kiss deeper.

I ran my fingers from his shoulders down to his back, tracing the muscles there. 
God, he was fucking fit.
  I felt ashamed of myself for eating all of those times when I could have been on an elliptical or something.

He gripped my back and dragged his mouth
across my collarbone, making kissing noises and soft moans.  His erection rubbed between my legs.  He was killing me
.

I cupped the sides of
his face.  “Let’s go back to bed.  I’ve got big plans for you and they involve us lying down.”

He placed both of his arms on the side of the tub for balance, lifting up in one movement… with me attached.  Once again, fucking
fit
.  He placed me down on the rug and grabbed a towel from the metal rack, rubbing it along my skin before using it on his own body.

He smacked me on the behind.
  “Let’s go.”

We barely slept that night.  Jack kept me awake, alternating between talking and having
bouts of mind-blowing sex.  He held me when we slept, something that Dave never did.

Actually, Dave rarely spent the night.  I guess that should have been my first clue.

Jack was attentive.  I wondered how in such a short amount of time together, I had grown so attached.  When we got back home, I would need some distance.  We couldn’t carry on in the city like we had this weekend.  He would be working and I didn’t have a car.  There was no way I was going to hop the train every time I wanted to see him.

Besides, there was that Jeremy thing. 
Ugh.
  I didn’t want to see him and I was positive that he didn’t want to see me.

*
****

Jack
woke me at 9, unfastening Buster’s leash.  He pressed his wet paws against my naked back.  “Check out is in an hour, El.  Get up,” he murmured in my ear, swatting me on the behind. 

I groaned.
“Nooo.  Can’t we just stay one more day?”

He leaned in and ran his tongue up the side of my neck.
  “Do you want to?”

I did
, but we had to get back. 

“Eh, I have to work tomorrow.”

“What time?”

“5
am.”

He laughed.
  “Are you serious?”

“
Yep.  Every weekday.”

“Well, then let’s get going.”

I shuffled out of bed, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.  “Oh, God.  I don’t really look like that, do I?” I asked him.

“What do you mean?  Beautiful?  Sexy?  Then yes.”

I snorted.  “No, I meant more like a crack whore on a bender.”

“El, you’re ridiculous.  If you could only see what I see.  I could stare at you all day.”

Well,
that
seemed serious.

“I’m going to get in the shower.”

“May I join you?”

I smiled.
  “I have to shave my legs.  No one needs to see that.”

“Your legs are fine.  You don’t have to shave.  Not for me.”

I laughed loudly.  “How about for the rest of the world that has to see me?  I only have these shorts and they are ridiculously short.”

“El, we’re gonna be in the truck.  No one will see them.” 

He walked up and ran his hand up my thigh. 

“No one but me.”

He was trouble.  I couldn’t say no. 

“Fine.  But it’s going to be a practical one.  Hair,
soap, rinse.  That’s it,” I responded, pointing my finger into his chest.

“Okay, boss.  Just think of it as us being friendly to the environment.  Less water waste.”

Smiling, I said, “Uh huh.”

He followed me into the bathroom.  I looked around at the cold, white setting. 

“Who decorated this place?  There’s not one fun thing in here.  It’s a white tub with a white curtain, white floors, white sinks… it’s so sad.”

Jack laughed.
  “You’ve been in my bathroom.  It’s pretty much the same.”

I turned on the knobs and put my hand under the stream to feel the temperature.

“Well, maybe the next time I see it, I won’t be stretched out over your toilet heaving my guts into it.”

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my shoulder.
  He pulled at my thong, tugging the strings until they slid down my legs.  Dropping down to one knee, he placed a wet kiss on my right cheek.  He stood and dropped his drawstring pants to his ankles.

“God, I hope so,” he
joked.  “Spend the day with me.”

I turned to face him, laying my hands on his chest.
  Oh God, he was gifted down there.
I was a lucky girl.  Not only did he have that attribute, he knew what to do with it.

“I am spending the day with you… in your truck.  You were planning to give me a ride home, right?”

“El, the drive is like an hour and a half.  Come to my place.  Or we can go to your place.  I just don’t want to give you up yet.”

I didn’t answer him.  I pulled back the curtain and stumbled into the tub, nearly losing my balance.

He placed his strong arms on my back, steadying me.  He slid in fully behind me, his hands splayed at my sides, rubbing up and down methodically.  He moved them to my front, slowly capturing my left breast in one.  His right hand trailed between my legs as he buried his face in my neck.

“What did I say, Jack?  Practical shower.  Soap and rinse…” I said, my voice trailing off as he licked down my back.

“This is practical,” he whispered, in between kisses.  “Getting clean and dirty.”

I laughed aloud.
  “Oh my God, did you just say clean and dirty?”

He bellowed along with me, his laugh genuine and deep. 

“I was reaching a bit,” he said.  “Clever, right?”

“No,” I responded, a smile on my lips.  “Hand me that shampoo?”

He squeezed a small amount into his hands and rubbed them together.  He massaged his rough digits into my hair as I craned my neck back. 
God, his hands were amazing.
  He consistently went the soft route… with everything.  I always thought that harder was better.  Turns out, I was totally
wrong. 

The night before
, when he put his fingers inside of me, his pace was slow, his free hand massaging lightly at my hip.  At the time, I felt like an idiot… coming twice, just by him using his fingers only.

As he continued to rub the soap into my hair, I could feel his erection growing, his body pressed up against my back. 
Simple shower, my ass.

I turned to face him.
  “We’re out of condoms,” I reminded him.

“You said this was a utilitarian shower or whatever.”  He smiled.  “D
o I need one?”

“
No, I just thought…” I answered, embarrassed.

I leaned back and started to rinse my hair, closing my eyes.  It was partially because I didn’t want to get soap in them.  Mostly, it was to hide my awkwardness.

He gripped my waist and bent down, pulling my right breast into his mouth, tugging gently.

“I’m kidding, Elsa.  Of course I want to.  I
could cut steel with this thing,” he said, laughing.  “But I know we can’t.  I’ll stop on the way home and pick up some condoms.”

I latched my mouth onto his, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth.  When I pulled away, his lip was swollen a bit.  It looked so sexy.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t do something about your problem.”

I turned him so that his back was to the hot stream.  I lowered to my knees in front of him. 
Making eye contact, I placed my left hand on his hip.  My right wrapped around his length.  I lifted up on my knees as far as I could and slowly took him into my mouth.  Jack let out a low moan, kneading his fingers into my hair.

“Oh, God, Elsa,” he cried.

Over the past few years, I had been honing my skills in that department.  Oral was never my strong suit.  I wasn’t confident about what to do, fumbling around, kissing down there or whatever.  But, I had gotten many tips over the years; I was pulling out all of the stops on this one. 

Dave liked “
unconventional” stuff.  I knew it was weird.  It had to be.  I hadn’t been with that many men, but I got the feeling that he saved up all of the outlandish acts for me and left “Vanilla Dave” at home.  Not like bondage or anything, but I could definitely feel as though he was directing a few porn scenes he may have seen at one point or another.  I mean, how many guys want you to spit on them? 
Weird.

Jack was just relaxed.  I mean, he was breathing abnormally, sure, but he wasn’t barking orders at me, telling me to “take it all” or something gross.  He was just focused
, breathing in and out, rubbing his thumb down my cheek.  He showed me affection.  It didn’t feel like dirty sex.  It felt like… making love.  I wanted to give this to him.

He moaned louder, his breath getting choppier.

“Elsa, I’m close… so you should stop.”

I slid him out of my mouth and stood, focu
sing my energy on him finishing (by my hand).  I wasn’t big on swallowing.  Besides, what a better place than a shower for this to happen?

He leaned in and pressed his hands to the sides of my face, kissing my lips gently.  I stroked him slowly as he breathed heavily into my mouth.

After a minute or so, his body froze as a pool of warm liquid surged between us.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry, honey,” he said.  “I… I…”

I cut him off.  “Jack.  Stop.  I gave you a hand job.  It’s not like I don’t know what happens when girls give hand jobs, right?  Besides,” I said, kissing his neck, “you look so hot when you come.”

He looked embarrassed, turning me towards the water and squeezing soap into his hands.  He lathered my body, removing all traces of him.

When I was rinsed, he turned me again, pressing my back up against the tile wall.  He slid his hand down my stomach, cupping between my legs.  He pushed one finger in slowly, getting me used to the sensation.  After a minute, he added another finger.  This time, he made short work of making me reach orgasm, his hand working inside vigorously.  His thumb pressed up against my pubic bone, practically lifting me up with his grip. 

Whoa.
 

I was embarrass
ing myself, clutching one hand around his neck, the other gripping at the wet tile, trying to find purchase.

I screamed loudly. 
God, let’s hope no one calls security.
  I let out this strange, low feral growl as I felt my insides turning out. 
Was I going to pee?
  I had gone to the bathroom already.  The last thing I needed to do was embarrass myself by peeing on him.

“Oh, God, Jack… stop… I have to pee.”

“Elsa, you’re just going to come.  That’s what that is.  Relax.”

He continued his movements, his
fingers rapidly tugging inside of my body.  I thought I would pass out.  My eyes were filled with tears, my head was hot… and there it was again, the peeing
thing!  Well, fuck it; he said I was going to come, so… if I peed on him, that was his problem.  I had already warned him.

I screamed again, feeling a slow flow
of liquid leave my body as he increased momentum.  When he lightly pressed my abdomen, more came out.  I studied the floor of the tub.  It ran clear, but mixed with the water, I couldn’t say.

“
Did I just pee on you?”

Jack laughed loudly and pressed his lips to my neck. 

“No, honey, that happens sometimes with girls.  It definitely doesn’t happen to all girls for sure.  You’re just lucky, I guess.  It happens more frequently when you use your hand… or if it’s a little rough.  It’s not likely to happen during regular sex.  Maybe I was too rough with you… did it hurt?”

“
Who are you?  Dr. Oz?  How would you know that?”

“I
…”

“Seriously, how do you know that?  That’s not something you see on the Discovery Channel.”

He turned off the knobs of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping me up in it and lifting me from the tub.  He set me down on the soft bath mat.

“Well, it happened to one of my o
ld girlfriends about ten years ago and she thought she had a spastic bladder or something.  She was so embarrassed.  Honestly, I was a little freaked out too.  Anyway, it happened a few more times and she finally went to the doctor.”

He smiled and kicked at an imaginary rock on the floor.

“The doctor was very nice and explained it as female ejaculation.  Since there is a different outcome than with a ‘normal’ female orgasm, it just freaked her out.  The doctor said that she should count her lucky stars that she had a boyfriend that could make that happen,” he said, giving a short chuckle.

“I blacked out a little,” I said with a giggle.

“So, see,” he responded, “we didn’t need a condom after all.”

“Jack?”

“Yeah?”  He pulled a fresh pair of jeans out of his bag.

“Are we really going to see each other when we get home?”

He faced me, picking me up and throwing me onto the unmade bed.  He pressed his damp chest against mine.

“
Baby, you’re going to have to take out a restraining order to keep me away from you.”

He kissed up and down my neck as I wrapped my arms around his back.

“Get off of me.  I need to get dressed,” I joked.

He squeezed harder.
  “Yes.  We are going to see each other… as much as possible.”

He rolled off of me and I pulled some clothes out of my bag.  He watched me intently the whole time.