Page 23 of Stone Deep
THIRTEEN
SLADE
It was the gurgle of the coffee machine and a short, angry horn honking in the parking lot that dragged me from a deep sleep. I turned over to wrap my arms around Britton, but her side of the bed was empty. I lifted my head and looked around the room wondering if she’d walked out on me again. It would definitely be harder to talk Hunter into driving six hours to pick me up. The shower roared to life. I rested back. I was relieved. I almost laughed out loud about it. I was relieved she hadn’t stranded me and not because I’d have a much longer trip back home. It actually would hurt, and not just my ego. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this kind of attachment to a girl. In fact, I wasn’t completely sure I’d ever experienced it at all. There had been a few girls that I’d dated longer than usual, but nothing that had ever gone past a few months. I could see myself spending a lot of time with Britton. She was wild and fun, but there was more to her. I couldn’t explain it. I just knew I wanted to be near her.
Her sultry voice echoed off the bathroom tile as she sang a pretty damn impressive version of Sweet Home Alabamain the shower. I decided she needed an audience. I stepped into the bathroom. A cloud of soapy steam floated up from behind the shower curtain. Her singing stopped, and she turned around as I pulled the curtain back and stepped inside.
“You were taking too long,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I’ll hurry up and try not to use all the hot water.”
I took hold of her hand and pressed it to my mouth. “No, I mean you’re taking too long, and I missed you.” I took her other hand and held them up above her head and gazed down at her naked body. The water cascaded down her smooth skin, over her round breasts, along her flat stomach to the dark patch of hair between her legs. “It’s official”—my voice dropped lower as my cock hardened—“you are just as fucking hot wet. In fact, you might be even hotter because my cock is aching right now just looking at you.”
I released her wrists, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands smoothed over her wet skin, and the warm water sprayed over us as if we were standing naked in a summer rainstorm.
“Damn, Tink, we fucked four times last night, and I still haven’t had enough of you.”
She kissed my chest and peered up at me. “Let’s keep it that way. I want you to always feel like you can’t get enough of me. You’ve awakened some feelings that I thought I’d lost for good.”
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. The nosy shower curtain kept getting in our way, and with my size and the small shower stall it would have been just as cramped as in the backseat. I reached forward, turned offthe water and carried her dripping wet to the bed.
“Guess it’s good we’re done sleeping.” She laughed as she scooted back to rest her head against the pillow. Her short wet hair stood up on end giving her a punk rock look. It worked on her just as well as the pixie cut.
“God, you are so damn beautiful, Tink.” I knelt onto the bed and took hold of her ankles. I moved her feet closer to her body so her knees were bent, and I grabbed a pillow to push under her ass.
She stretched her arms back and watched me with that dark brown, intense gaze that made me want her even more. As often as we’d fucked the night before, I was still half nuts with needing to be inside her again.
She licked her lips as I knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs open. I spread her pussy wide with my fingers. She sighed appreciatively as I lowered my face over her. She arched her back to meet my probing tongue as I stroked it along her clit. She reached down and curled her fingers in my hair to hold my mouth tighter against her. I reached up to tease her clit with my thumb as my tongue slid deep inside of her, tasting her, drinking her. Her thighs tightened around me, and she rocked her hips against the pressure of my tongue and fingers, gently at first, then with fevered urgency.
“God, Slade.” Her voice, the voice that had already invaded my dreams, floated around the motel room. “I’m going to come,” she cried out. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she moaned in pleasure as she trembled in my grasp.
I continued to stroke her pussy with my tongue as her body relaxed and her breathing slowed.
“Holy shit,” she said on a half-whisper, “no one has ever made me come with oral sex.” She reached her hand down toward me, inviting me to move up next to her. “You are one highly talented man, Slade Stone, and I’m yours for the taking. Ask anything of me, this morning. I’m totally, completely and utterly yours.”
“Totally, completely and utterly? That sounds like an offer I can’t resist.” I rested back on the pillows and ran my fingers along her naked body. Her skin was flushed from the orgasm, but it felt cool to the touch from the shower. “My request this morning is pretty simple, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about.”
She peered up at me. “What is it?”
“I want you completely. When I’m inside of you, I don’t want to miss anything.” I reached down and my fingers pushed between her legs. Her pussy was still hot and wet from my mouth. “I saw you take a birth control pill last night.”
“Yes.” She knew where this was going, but she hadn’t said no yet.
“I’ll be honest. I’ve slept with a lot of women.”
There was no judgment in her face. It was something I already loved about her.
“I’m not going to make excuses for it. I fucking love women. I love them. I love the way they smell, the way they feel when they’re naked under me, the way they taste—” I dragged my hands over her skin, and she reacted to my touch by arching up toward my fingers. “My brothers and I were on our own for a long time. It was a struggle, and we were living day to day. It was still better than life with our dad, but it was hard. After the old man kicked, we weresuddenly free from his iron fist control. I won’t lie or sugarcoat it. We were living pretty far off the grid when it came to the rules of society. People in Trayton, our hometown, are finally startingnotto walk a wide circle around us on the sidewalk. Anyhow, there it is, Slade Stone laid bare. Even though I’ve been with a lot of women, I was always careful. It was one of the rules of society my brothers and I all followed. Fuck, I’m rambling.”
She reached up and pressed her finger against my mouth. “Yes, you can skip the condom. I’m covered and I’m clean. Unfortunately, the one man I was loyal to was not loyal to me. So, I took a test recently just to make sure. I haven’t been with anyone else since. Until now.”
I opened my mouth to ask, but she placed her fingers back.
“No, I don’t want to talk about him. It would be a major mood killer.” She reached her hand down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. “And right now, I’m totally and utterly yours, remember?”
“And completely,” I said as I pulled her beneath me. “Don’t fucking forget completely.”
Her legs wrapped around me, and I slid slow and deep into her pussy. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned. “It’s as fucking hot as I expected.” I gazed down at her face. “Damn, Tink, when I’m with you—” He smiled. “I think you did have some of that magic fairy dust on you after all because I’m under some kind of spell.” My cock had already been so hard for her, feeling her without a latex barrier made the sensations of her pussy milking me even stronger. I rocked against her, slowly at first. But I couldn’t hold back any longer. She lifted her hips up higher to meet me. The creakybed smacked the wall over and over as I slammed into her.
