The Land of Rabbits (Long Shot Love Duet #1) (13 page)

“No... never.” He pauses and looks up. “I shouldn’t waste our time together talking about my family.” He spreads the sleeping bag and I sit on top. “By the way, you look fucking gorgeous.”

I blush and face him cross-legged with my hands on his knees while we hang out.

“So Roxanne picks up homeless people to work for her?”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously?
All
those employees were homeless?”

“That’s right.”

“Whoa. Wait ‘til I tell Nadine and Brian. Does she come down here? To this spot?”

“I don’t think she knows about this camp. When we met, I was sleeping on a bench in Washington Park. The cops had cleared us out from down here and I didn’t have any other place to go. Some people went to Tivoli Park and there’s another camp in the woods behind the homeless shelter, except both of those have a rougher crowd—guys hiding out from the cops, a heavier drug scene, and a lot of fistfights.”

“What about staying at the shelter?”

“I’d rather be outdoors than in a room with twenty other people. A small amount of privacy is better than no privacy. And when I see the families who are there, the ones that have kids, they need a bed more than me. I can tough it out, an eight-year-old can’t. But I do use the homeless center to shower each day, and I can do laundry and have a locker for free, so that helps.”

I look at his stuff spread around the tent and back to the red mark under his eye. “How’d Roxanne get you to go with her? You don’t seem the type to be conned into a situation you don’t want to be in.”

“She walked up to Tyler and me one day in the park and asked if we wanted to fuck for food and beer.”

“What?”

“Not kidding.” His jaw clenches. “She’s pretty forward. And the whole deal sounded shitty... I didn’t want to break my number one rule out here. I said I’d never sell my body in order to survive the streets. No matter how desperate, I don’t wanna use my dick for food and warmth.”

“I can’t believe Roxanne. She’s so fucking creepy.”

“Yep. And she doesn’t fuck around. Of course Tyler was all in. He couldn’t wait to go, but she insisted we come together. In the end, she said I could work my way up, starting with the massages... only I had no intention of working my way
up
... or
in
her. Not my thing.”

“The bait was beer and food? That’s all it took?”

“You’d understand if you were out here for years. I was getting tired of eating the same scraps of food each day and sleeping with a knife in my hand. Work was scarce at the time and I kept missing out on the food being tossed. I went to the shelter a few times to eat, but ended up feeling the same way I do about the beds... I’d rather see the little kids eat than me. They should come first.” His forehead creases from the memory. “I had a bad two weeks and I wanted out. I go through slumps on the streets and she showed up during one of those times. I was definitely cautious, even without having to agree to the sex... it was Tyler who gave me the final push into her car.”

“So she’s coming back? To Albany?”

“Yeah. She’ll be back. She does a drop and a pick up every few months. Guys out here will jump at the chance to go with her. It’s like winning the lottery to someone on the streets. You don’t get paid except for tips, but you get to live in a classy retreat, out of the weather and safe from freezing temperatures, eat great food and drink all the alcohol you want, and in return, all you have to do is fuck.”

He tosses his shirt in the corner and leans forward to reacquaint our lips.

“But my cock isn’t for everyone,” he whispers.

I undo the top two buttons of my blouse, flapping the fabric to cool down. Not just from his words—the tent feels like a sauna—an easy ninety degrees inside.

He frees me from another button, and another, down my shirt until the front’s open.

“Better?” He swallows hard.

“Yes.”

His hands glide under my blouse, pushing it back until the fabric falls away from my body.

“Gorgeous.” He looks behind to make sure the tent’s zipped before imparting a kiss. His fingers possess my chin, locking my mouth to his before unleashing a shy smile.

“I’m really falling for you,” I whisper.

“Just make sure it’s not because you feel sorry for me.”

“It’s not.”

I unbutton his jeans and unzip the front, helping him slide them off so he’s more comfortable in the heat.

“Who’s the woman in the raincoat?” I stroke his legs, making contact with his scars.

“Connie. She’s been on the streets for years.”

“It’s nice that you gave her food, even though she flipped me off.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why she does that to people.”

His fingers trickle up my back, stopping to remove my bra before guiding me onto his lap. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses my tits and works to take off my shorts. He unzips the front enough to reach my clit.

“Fuck.” He looks down. “Lace? Fucking lace.”

“Yeah, I thought maybe... well, I didn’t think here, like this, but somewhere.”

His breathing’s heavier, kissing me harder, fiercer, pressing his stiff dick against my ass.

“Can you stay quiet?” he asks. “Not a sound if you cum?”

“Can you?” I reach down, my fingers sticky from the pre-cum on his tip. I rub it over his crown and bring some up for a taste.

“Jesus.” His mouth opens, gazing at my finger lick. “That’s fucking sexy.”

He wraps his arms around me and lays me on the sleeping bag. We kiss and hurry out of the rest of our clothes. His socks are tossed into the corner and my shorts and underwear follow soon after. The temperature of our skin rises fast, causing us to sweat as we press into each other, kissing madly in the sweltering tent.

My pussy aches to be touched. I need to feel him. I need him in me.

“Can we...” I hold back, wanting to say it, but afraid I’ll come across as a slut.

“What, beautiful? Can we what?”

He pushes his length over my stomach. A suggestive grin flashing across his face before he closes his eyes and takes control of my lips.

God, that tongue.

I feel radiant as it teases.

In and out.

Around and around.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” I inhale. “No, I don’t. I want you. I want us to fuck.”

His hands move with wild energy over my chest. I grip his dick, feeling powerful with the massive length in my hand, being charmed by its flirtatious twitch.

“Be sure, okay?” he says.

“I am. I’m sure... but I haven’t done it much, so don’t be disappointed.”

He looks at me, wetting his lips, curious as to what that means.

“Not much?” My forehead’s gently touched while he stares into my eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t. I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill...”

Fuck. That didn’t come out right.

“Not because I sleep around... don’t think that okay?”

Shit, I’m nervous.

“It’s medical... for cysts. Have you... when did you...”

Calm down.

“Was she clean... is it safe... are you safe?”

Fuck. I have to learn to let it happen without opening my mouth. Stop thinking!

He moves closer to run the tip of his nose along my jawline, comforting me with the gesture while whispering, “Take it slow. I’m not fucking you until you relax. It has to be right. Not forced.”

“I’m struggling to take it slow. I’m just so excited. So aroused.”

“It’s okay... I am too. If you want to know, it’s been years. Since high school.”

I exhale deeply, starting to relax a little. “Do you expect it?”

“No. I’d fucking love it, but if it makes you this nervous, no. I’ve waited this long, I can wait longer if I have to.”

“That’s good to know.” My fingers brush his cheek. I trust he’s being sincere. There’s no demand, no tension or anxiety coming from his end. He’ll wait...

But I can’t.

He leans in and kisses my palm, making my toes curl and my clit surge.

“I want this.” My voice is faint and pleading. “I do. Put it inside. I want you inside me.”

“Christ... your words alone are gonna make me cum.”

He shifts forward in a swift ride then curves his back, looking down at my body.

My stomach’s sweaty. My heart’s exploding from his touch... uh... I bite my lip, smitten as he buries his lengthy finger inside me. He slides a second one in, causing my hips to rise and my ass to tighten.

“I can’t wait to feel this... your wet pussy coating my cock. It’s gonna be so fucking good. But... we should wait.”

“Nooo,” I whimper as he erupts in a playful laugh. “Oh, don’t tease. Whatever you did, worked. I’m lusting after a man. After you. I want
you
.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you,” I whisper.

“Again,” he commands, sliding his seductive fingers while circling my clit with his thumb.

Fuck me.
I mouth my words.

He exhales, lowering his chest to mine. Quick nipping kisses are left on my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear.

“Soon,” he says.

“Uh!”

I squirm underneath him, grinning adoringly at his frisky expression.

“Shh-shh.” He catches my mouth for another passionate kiss. “You’re almost there.”

“Where?”

“All in. One decision away from experiencing a different world.”

“I think I’m already there.”

“Close... just know that if we fuck, you have to come back. I’m not gonna let you get away once I’m inside you, so be sure.” His lips advance with a gentle swipe and unite with mine. “Tell me you want me,” he whispers. “Be sure and say it one last time.”

He lifts his hips to my sneaking hand, allowing me to trace his length. I let his dick hover between us, neither holding or stroking it, barely touching his flesh with the back of my fingers. Up and down. Up and down. Tickling him. Tempting him.

He takes a deep breath, glancing down while waiting for my response. A minute passes before he comprehends my comforting touch as a sign. I’m calm and composed. I’m ready.

My hand’s caught and brought to his mouth for erotic finger play. A lick, a taste, a suck... the warmth of his breath running down my arm, causing my heart to melt.

“Okay,” he whispers, slowly positioning his dick in just the right spot. With a swift thrust forward and a hard bite to my shoulder...

“Oh!” I gasp, turning my head and gripping at the sleeping bag before clutching his chest.

My legs coil and capture his waist, feeling pressure... no pain, not like last time. Just pressure. I love it.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m more than okay.”

His face is peaceful, his eyelids closed in a sleepy, half-moon gaze. My pussy constricts then loosens over his length, hinting to begin.

“You want me to move, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I wish.

“I will,” he says with a hush. “Discipline first.”

His orange scented mouth is back on mine, and my obedient tongue follows his steady movements. My hips begin to rock, needing more, only to be subdued by his hand.

“Please move.”

“Wait. Be still.”

Our feet join, giving each other tender rubs, bringing my entire body into arousal. I’m on fire from head to toe.

“Feel good?”

“Amazing.”

“Then I’m not moving.”

“Ahhh, no! I might pass out in anticipation. This is so intense.”

“Discipline,” he repeats. “Look at me for a moment.”

I get lost in his lecherous gaze. He’s just as aroused, except able to control the urge to fuck, unlike me.

“Paying attention?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want me more than you want my dick.”

“But... what if I want both?”

He smiles and starts to pull out, then promptly slides back in, forcing me to hold in a scream.

“That feels... oh my God... keep doing that. Move.”

“Look at me again. Keep those gorgeous baby blues open.”

I bite my lip, frenzied from his last carnal thrust.

“I had a quick taste of you the other night, but we were interrupted. This is different. There’re no rules out here. No threat of punishment for being with you and no one to get in the way. I can take my time and enjoy every second, every movement, every breath.”

He glides out, lifting his torso to admire his wet dick. The crown touches my clit before sliding quickly back inside. I strain to find the same control as him, my head defeated by my body when a blissful kick emerges, begging for more.

He drops closer, running his fingertips along my hairline, caressing my skin as he speaks.

“You
will
be coming back.”

Pull out... mmm... slide in.

“I’m coming back.”

Pull out... pause... oh... slide in.

“For me, not my dick.”

Out... for fuck’s sake I’m going to burst... in.

“For you. I’m coming back for
you
.”

His head falls to my shoulder, finally fucking me in an energetic momentum.

Our chests glide in sweat and erotic sounds fill the tent.

“Fuck. Your pussy’s incredible.”

His dick grows harder, wider, and uses longer drives as his lower body stimulates my clit with each push. Small spasms radiate with each movement. The space we’re in is intimate and my growing feelings for him are beyond my control. This is it. It’s right. It’s emotional. And... and...

Holy hell... I’m gonna cum.

“Oh, fuck. You’re close.”

His movements become more precise, targeting my most sensitive areas.

It’s happening. I feel it coming.

I embrace him, lifting my head to his chest to hide my face.

I stop breathing.

He moves faster.

Then a flowing eruption strikes deep inside, shocking my body. It shoots through my chest and down my limbs, causing a strong shudder all the way to my toes.

“I feel it,” he says, touching my full lips. “God, that’s good. Your pussy’s locked so tightly around me... you’re gonna make me cum.”

I pick up on his motion, my orgasm reaching its peak then steadily dissolving into a ripple of waves with low unwinding cries.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum...”

He stops, suddenly straightening his arms into a dominant and majestic pose, lost in a daze before taking a quick lunge in and out.