Paper Kisses (14 page)

“Now it’s considered a
misdemeanor.”

“I bet most of what we did
were
misdemeanors.
 
Hey, remember the haunted house we all went to investigate back off Old
Thompson Lane?”

“The condemned
house?
 
Oh brother, when
Cee
fell through that rotted floor I almost had a heart
attack.
 
I was picturing us all in
solitary confinement or something.”

“Grounded
forever.
 
Not a telephone in
sight.
 
How horrible our teenage years
would’ve been.”

Sky nodded in agreement.
 
“Luckily, she has a really thick head.”

“And that Kevin was there to break
her fall when she fell on him.”

They both grinned at the memory.

 
The tractor pulled to a stop at the
McCrinny
Farmhouse, which had been transformed into a
crafts mecca that boasted everything from hand-carved back scratchers to birdhouses.
 
If it could be made from wood, it was
there.
 
Sky jumped from the wagon first
and held up his arms for Alannah.
 
She
pulled up the blanket and dropped it to the ground before reaching for Sky’s
arms.
 
Slowly, he led her slide down his
body until her feet touched the ground.
 
She nervously wet her lips. He watched her tongue before he took a deep
breath and stepped back.
 
Oh wow, did she
just crack his stoic armor?
 
The
knowledge that she might have some power over him sent tingles to all her girly
parts.
 
Sky picked up the blanket, shook
it out, and folded it.
 
He stuck it under
his armpit before grabbing her hand and leading her away from the brightly lit
farmhouse.

“Where’re we going?”

“The barn,” he said.

“Why?
 
There aren’t any crafts there.”

“Exactly.
 
It’s private.”

They reached the barn and Sky threw
open the door, immediately pushing Alannah up against a nearby wall.
 
His body was big and hard against her softer
curves, his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she practically melted in
a puddle of goo.
 
The blanket fell to the
ground but she didn’t care.
 
All she was
conscious of was Sky’s mouth pressed against her cheek as he ran his lips very
close to hers.

“All I’ve thought about today is
you,” he murmured, his breathing hot against her skin, making her blood burn
even hotter.
 
“I’ve thought about what
I’ve wanted to do to you.
 
How I’ve
wanted to kiss you.
 
I want to eat you
up, fuck you until you scream my name.
 
I
had to…I want to…”

His sentence was cut off as he
crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her with a fervor that just about blew her
socks off.
 
All it took was one swipe
with his tongue and her mouth opened, letting him inside.
 
He took possession and didn’t let up until
they both had to breathe.
 

His hands moved from her shoulders,
down her arms, to entangle her fingers with his own, and before she knew what
was happening, he forced her arms above her head, pinned to the wall.
 
She was helpless, at his mercy, his strength
holding her in place.
 
Oh, she had no
doubt one word from her and he’d stop, but she didn’t want him to.
 

The darkness of the barn, combined
with his grip, put her back into that place.
 
The wonderful place where her brain stopped thinking and her body turned
on.
 
One knee thrust forward to slide
between her legs, forcing her to straddle him.
 
Her pussy now rested on his muscular thigh and the angle he kept her at
had her sensitive little clit grinding down.
 
It wouldn’t take long, just a few bumps and grunts and she knew she’d be
coming hard.

“Please,” she whispered.

Sky moved from her mouth, down her
neck, back up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting ever so
gently before sucking it into his mouth.
 
His free hand traced over her body, down her chest to cup her breast.
 
He teased her nipple through the thin
material of her t-shirt and she arched her back for more.

“Oh yes,” she moaned.
 
“Sky, please, I want…”

“I know what you want, baby.”

His hand attacked the button on her
jeans, and then her zipper, and once they were undone he slipped inside, under
her panties.
 
He moved his leg to allow
his fingers to play with her clit, rubbing the nub in a circular motion until
her juices flowed freely.
 
She was
moaning and undulating, wanting
more,
wanting
everything he could give her.
 

Then suddenly he pulled back,
breaking contact, and she moaned her frustration, reaching for him.
 
Sky bent and snapped out the blanket and then
he grabbed her shoulders and laid her down.
 

“Take off your pants,” he ordered.

“W-What?”

Instead of answering, he unsnapped
his own pants and shoved them down.
 
His
big cock sprung free and he fisted it.
 
Although it was dark, a small sliver of light illuminated the area
enough so she could watch as he used his pre-cum to grease his hands and jerk
off with a slow up and down movement.

“Do as I say,” he commanded, and
that voice was back, that low steely tone that brooked no argument.
 
“Take off your pants, Alannah.”

Without another thought, she did
exactly that, wiggling her hips until the jeans were off.
 
She waited for his next command, craving it
with every fiber of her being.
 

“Touch yourself, Alannah.
 
Take your finger and run it through your
juices. Touch your clit.”

She moaned.
 
Oh yes,
yes, yes
!
 
Oh, good lord, him telling
her what to do made this so much more naughty and so wicked.
 

“Watch me,” he said.

She opened her eyes and saw him
masturbating.
 

“Push your finger into your
pussy.
 
How do you feel?”

“Oh…wet.”

“Finger-fuck your
pussy, Alannah.
 
Let me watch you
while you watch me.”

“Oh, Sky,” she breathed and did as
he asked.
 
As one finger went in she
arched her pelvis.
 
When the second
finger went in, she couldn’t help the whimper of desire.
 
It felt so good.
 
And there was her special spot, the one area
that made her pulse thrum and her heart race.
 
She wasn’t going to last.
 
Not
with him watching her.
 
But, oh, she
wanted to please him.
 
She wanted to
please him so much until it made him come.

“I want us to come together,” she
said.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost there,” he
assured her.
 
“I’m so hard for you,
baby.”

His hands jerked faster and her
fingers pumped deeper.
 
And…oh my god!
 
Right there
!
 
She felt the whooshing up through her spine,
flushing over her body, as her stomach clenched just as she screamed out his
name.

“Sky!”

“Yes…Alannah!”

Her climax washed through her like
lightning over the horizon, savage and electrifying.
 
Dear lord, how could masturbation feel so
good?
 
She was the queen of the vibrator,
used it every day, and there hadn’t been one time when it’d felt like this.

Sky hunched over, one fist resting
on the wall as if holding himself up.
 
She could hear him breathing hard and it sent a thrill through her
knowing that she’d brought him such pleasure.
 
After a minute he pushed himself up and tucked himself back into his
pants.
 
He looked down at her and the
shadows prevented her from seeing his expression clearly, but she certainly
felt his hot gaze traveling over her body.
 
He bent and picked up her discarded jeans and panties.
 
And then he held out his hand to her.
 
She took it and let him help her up.
 
He nuzzled his nose in her neck for a moment
and she savored the feeling of him being near, of him touching her.
 

“Let me help you get dressed,” he
murmured, straightening up.
 

It felt slightly weird to have him
hold her panties open so she could step into them.
 
He pulled them up, swiping a finger through
her cream.
 
He then brought his finger up
to his mouth and licked it clean.
 
Oh,
that was hot.
 

“You taste so good,” he said.
 
“I’m going to take you home and have you come
all over my face.”

“That’s so hot,” she whispered.

He held her jeans out and she took
them from him, wiggling into them and wincing a little as the material soaked
up her juices.
 
Thank god it was night,
which hopefully hid any wet stain she might have.

Then he picked up the blanket and
folded it once again.
 
He stuck it under
his arm and held out his hand.
 
When she
took it, she laced their fingers together.

“Are we ever going to have normal
sex?” she asked as they walked out of the barn toward the tractor waiting to
take a load of people back through the woods to the festival.
 

“What’s normal sex?” he asked.
 

“Penetration,” she mused.

“I’m trying to show you that
pleasure
isn’t
always black and white.”

“I like penetration.”

“So do
I
,”
he told her.
 
“I was saving that for the
big finale.”

The words sent ice through her
core.
 
Right.
 
She was leaving.
 
She was just a passing ship in his
night.
 
Unfinished business twelve years
in the making
.
“Right,” she said.
 

“You’re thinking again.”

“Yeah, that’s what
us
humans tend to do,” she said sarcastically.
 
“We think.”

“Watch it,” he warned.

She stopped and pulled her hand out
of his.
 
How dare he remind her that she
was leaving soon, that he would soon wash his hands of
her.
 
Yes, she always knew she’d be leaving, but he
didn’t have to point that out.
 
It made
what they’d just done feel cheap. Now that they were out of the barn and the
moon was shining above them, she could make out his frozen features.
 

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need time to think,” she muttered.
 
“More time than what you gave me a few
minutes ago.”

“You were just as eager a
participant as I was, Alannah.”

“I know.”

She turned to walk away but he
grabbed her arm and halted her retreat.
 
Why did he have to keep touching her, reminding her of what was just out
of her reach
…

“You don’t have to turn away from
me,” he said.
 
“You don’t have to shut me
out.”

“Right now, yes I do.”

He shook her arm.
 
“Why?
 
What is so difficult about opening up to me?”

She jerked her arm away but
maintained eye contact.
 
“Because being
here with you was the last thing I expected and there are…issues I have to
think over.”

“What issues?
 
Damn it, just tell me!”

“Don’t, Sky.
 
Right now I just need some time to myself, to
think.
 
You’ve gone from being one of my
best friends to my lover and now I don’t know how to think about that.”

“I’m no different than I was an
hour ago.”

“But you are different than you
were twelve years ago.”
 
She held up her
hands.
 
“Maybe I should stay the night at
CeeCee’s
.”

“No.
 
You gave me all your nights,” he said
harshly.
 
“Now, you can ride back by
yourself and I’ll meet you at
Cee’s
booth, but your
night belongs to me.”

She didn’t say anything more.
 
She turned and stomped back toward the
waiting tractor, wiping the tears away from her eyes.
 
She would not cry.
 
Not now, not ever.
 
After Bryce she swore she’d never shed any
more tears over a man.

She settled on a hay bale and
wrapped her arms around herself, not able to see where Sky had
disappeared.
 
Why did his words hurt her
so much?
 
She wasn’t looking for a
relationship.
 
Was she?
 
Of course not.
 
She’d be foolish to risk her heart again, and
she wasn’t planning on sticking around.
 
Because he didn’t want her.
 
Or was it because she didn’t want to become her mom?
 
Oh, the lines were getting blurry now.
 
Damn it…how was she supposed to think
straight after post-coital bliss?