Beautiful Burn (12 page)

“
Don’t.” She
sucked in cool night air as her back arched and her hips rocked
beneath me.

“
You’re
beautiful when you’re desperate for my dick.”

She moaned, wanton
and beside herself with lust. “Reed,” she whimpered.

“
What, baby?”
I nipped at the flesh beneath her ear.

“
Don’t stay
away anymore.”

“
I promise, I
won't,” I groaned, desperate to feel her. I'd remembered to bring a
condom this time, and rolled it hastily onto my dick before finally
sliding inside of her. I pushed through the pain of her nails biting
into my shoulder as I eased in and out. “Never again,” I assured
before pressing my lips to hers and delving my tongue into her mouth.

We kissed and
fucked in my parents’ cherry orchard until we were breathless and
soaked with sweat. I emptied inside her slick body as she hummed and
shuddered with release. “I love fucking you in the moonlight,” I
whispered, dropping my head to kiss her sweet lips. I took my time,
kneading the nape of her neck with my fingertips as we caught our
breath. I finally pulled out of her, inch by agonizing inch, pulled
the latex from my softening cock, and lay down in the grass. She
turned on her side and draped an arm over my body, tucking her nose
into my neck and sucking in a sharp breath.

“
Romantic.”
Her full-bodied laugh echoed off the moonlit leaves around us. She
dug in the pocket of her shorts before pulling out a crinkled pack of
Marlboros. She lit a joint and took a hit before passing it to me and
pulling her shorts up her legs. With arms stretched above her head,
pretty face turned to the starlit sky, she sighed.

“
Okay?” I
asked just before I inhaled the harsh smoke.

“
I am so much
better than okay.” I watched the slow smile curve her lips. “So
how does this work?” she asked after I'd exhaled and passed the
joint back to her.

“
I’m not
sure.” I folded my arms beneath my head in lieu of a pillow.

“
Nothing in
public -- I would assume -- still stands.”

“
For now.”

“
Sleepovers?”
she asked.

“
Sleepovers are
a definite yes.” I snaked a hand over her abdomen and brushed
fingertips over her wet sex. She smiled with a shake of her head.
“But only after dark, I have neighbors…”

She nodded before
taking a puff of the joint and passing it back to me, crawling into
my lap. “Whatever you say, Mr. West.” She rubbed her heated body
against mine, grinding her hips with an innocent smile on her face.
Auburn snuck the joint from where it was burning away at my
fingertips and tossed it behind her in the grass before wrapping her
arms around my neck, twisting herself around me like a root. “I
want you to be happy, Reed,” she said as her palms brushed the
sharp angles of my jaw and cheekbones.

“
I am.” My
eyes caught hers. I didn’t deserver her.

“
I mean it.
Don’t worry about me.” She stroked her thumbs over my eyebrows
and kissed my lips tenderly. I sucked in a relieved breath. The one
thing I wanted she was giving me, time.

She crawled off of
me and fished the joint from the ground before lighting it again. She
sat cross-legged in the grass and smoked as she watched the water.
“We should go swimming,” she mused aloud.

“
You’re
insane.” I laughed and pulled myself up to sit beside her.

“
No, I'm not.”
She jumped to her feet and yanked me up behind her. “Here, one more
puff and then I want you naked.” She shoved the joint between my
lips and lit it for me.

I grinned through
the intrusion and pulled the unsmoked stick from my lips. “You’re
beautiful.” I tapped her nose with my index finger. “And I don’t
need this to get naked with you.” I tossed the last of the joint at
my feet before stripping out of my jeans.

“
Oh...ballsy.”
She giggled and tore her shirt over her shoulders and sprinted the
half dozen yards to rocky shore. I caught up to her, and knee-deep in
Lake Michigan, kissed her as I pulled the straps of her bra down. My
fingertips flirted with the tips of hair that brushed against
hardened nipples as my eyes drank in her creamy, unmarred skin as
effortless breaths turned to labored pants.

“
There are
houses…” She gestured over my shoulder.

“
It’s too dark
for them to see, but you may want to keep it down when I make you cum
this time,” I growled in her ear and pushed my hand between her
legs, sliding through wet folds before I pulled her into the shallow
surf with me. Kneeling over her, I kissed at her neck and collarbone,
and made my way down her soaked body. I licked between her legs and
swirled my tongue along the tightening bud of her clit while she
arched and dug her fingers in the sand. Cool waves rushed up her body
and frothed in the long strands of her hair before retreating back
down the shore while I pleasured her.

“
Fuck, Auburn,”
I groaned as my cock dug into the sand between her legs while I
sucked on her clit and pressed two fingers into her body. She sucked
in measured breaths as her hands kneaded at the flesh of her round
breasts. The muscles of her body tightened when I hooked two fingers
inside her hot pussy and massaged at a tender bundle of nerves buried
deep within her. Her hips ground against abrasive sand as I continued
to massage and she continued to plead for more. Her fists tightened
with each slide of my fingers before she burst in a torrent of moans
and cum all over my palm. She sighed and inhaled deep breaths of
summer night air.

My hands pressed
into the wet sand around her head as I hovered over her, covering her
body in the event anyone had heard us. I licked at the delicate skin
between her breasts, tasting her sweat and the cold, fresh water
before laving my tongue up her neck and nipping at her ear. “We
should get going,” I finally murmured while my hips flexed between
her legs.

“
I want you
inside me again,” she pleaded before her fingers ran through my
hair in what had becoming a soothing gesture.

“
Next time.” I
lifted her in my arms, already burning with exertion, and placed her
on her feet, trying to half cover her and me as I led her to the
shore to collect her clothes. I helped her dress tenderly,
appreciating the soft contours of her young body. “I had a great
time tonight.”

“
Me too.” She
looked up at me once she was again fully-clothed. “I can help...”
She gestured to the table and chairs next to us.

“
No, don’t
worry. I’ve got it.” I slipped a hand in her hair and pulled her
by the nape to meet my lips. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“
Thank you.”
She kissed me softly. She tasted like cherries. Deliciously decadent.
“When will I see you again?”

“
Other than
class?” I flirted. She rolled her eyes with a smile.
“We
have to be discreet. This isn’t going to be...I won’t be
available like you’ll want. I’m sorry.” I smoothed a palm over
her cheek.

“
I
know. I’m busy, anyway, I have this hellish english teacher,” she
teased. I smiled again before dropping my hand.

“
So
everything continues as is, and maybe we can get out of town once and
while. If we stay around here too much like we have been we’re
bound to run into someone.”

“
Okay.”
She ducked under my arm and held me tightly.

“
But
those sleepovers…” I teased.

She chuckled
before saying, “Can't wait. So I’ll see you?”

“
Yup.”
I followed her as she took a few steps backward. I wasn’t ready to
leave her, feeling slightly sad that my time with her was destined to
always be limited, at least for now.

“
Alright.”
She stretched up on her toes and kissed me one last time before
turning to leave.

“
Auburn?”

“
Yeah?”
She spun. The moonlight caught her dark hair, and framed between
darkened cherry branches with the silvery glint of the moon
reflecting in her eyes, she was breathtaking.

“
Thank
you.” I wasn’t sure what I was saying it for, but it felt
necessary. A half smile lifted her cheeks as she turned again.

I watched her walk
all the way up the path. I wanted this night burned in my memory
forever.

The
week following our night at the cherry orchard, Auburn pulled out all
the stops. It was officially game on. I could see it in her eyes when
she walked into class Monday morning. The sparkle, the too short
skirt, the front row seat to my lecture on showing versus telling. It
was a basic concept that was hard for even a seasoned writer to nail.

Auburn on the other hand had no
problem showing me in no uncertain terms what she wanted. The flash
of neon pink panties between her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed
her legs throughout my lecture told me she was thinking about me
inside her, just like I was. Which is why that night we met at my
tiny apartment and I fucked her against the front door, and then
again in the shower for good measure. She stayed that night and
wrapping up in clean cotton with Auburn was just this side of Heaven.

She
left me early Tuesday morning to spend the day with her grandma. Her
heart was the biggest I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she
wore it on her sleeve. What Auburn thought--what she meant--all of it
was laid bare on her beautiful, angular face. It was one of the
things I loved most about spending time with her, I could simply be
me.

Auburn
slept in my bed Tuesday night, too. I'd texted her after ten pm just
to say hi and we'd ended up chatting back and forth for two hours
before I finally convinced her to come over and have the conversation
in person.

I
greeted her when she crossed my kitchen threshold with a swift smack
on her ass. She yelped with the sting and then giggled and sped off
to my bedroom. She tried to lock herself in, but wasn’t fast
enough. I burst through just as she was stripping out of her yoga
pants and tank top. My cock pounded behind my fleece shorts as my
eyes soaked up the soft dips and creamy tint of her body. In under a
minute I had her bent over, hands pressed to the vanity, and I was
pushing inside of her. I placed playful nips and licks along the
curve of her spine. My teeth dug into her shoulder blade when I
swirled my fingertips around her clit and made her cum with me.
Auburn had a thing for pain, not intense, but just enough to take our
lovemaking up another notch. It was something I had never
experimented with, and I didn't even know
I
was into sex on
the rougher side until Auburn.

Thirty
minutes later we were wrapped in a single sheet, naked and damp from
a last minute shower, and drifting to sleep in utter contentment. And
even in those moments, when I felt at complete peace, there was a
sense of impending doom. The balloon would surely pop, and I was
terrified of the aftermath. I only hoped these moments with her and I
would make the risk worth the reward.

After
a long week of countless things that required instant attention, I
found myself bored and thinking of Auburn on Friday night. After
watching a baseball game on television, I texted her.

She texted back
that she was in Traverse with friends for the night. She was
drinking, I could tell. I wished we had a relationship where I could
meet her out. Maybe partake in some dirty public bathroom sex. In my
fantasy she wore a short skirt that was easily accessible to my
wandering hands, before it dawned on me that she might actually be
wearing a short skirt with other wandering hands trying to get a feel
and it bothered me more than I wanted to admit.

I
texted her again, but heard nothing back. I set to work gathering
some figures for Auburn’s book case. I was serious when I’d said
I would make her one. She of all people needed it. Books were a pain
in the ass to store, but when you collect them, you love them, and
you need something that reflects that–sturdy and strong, willing to
stand the stress of the precious volumes.

I put myself to
bed after one am and scrolled through my old messages, wishing Auburn
would have been around to chat tonight. I finally rolled over, ready
to fall asleep when my phone chimed from the nightstand.

Are you home?

Yes.
Where are you?
I
replied.