Page 42 of Shameless
“No word on the Mezcal?” I asked as we looked out into the distance. The fall breeze was warm but not humid like Houston.
“Nope. Nothing.”
“I hope it comes while I’m here.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to taste how it turned out.”
“I can’t wait to do body shots of it off of you.”
Sarah threw her head back and laughed. “Is that what you fantasize about?”
“That and some other things.”
“Like what?” she challenged as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Well, for one”—I looked over my shoulder at the car—“I’ve thought about fucking you on your car since the moment I got this sunset watching idea a few days ago.”
“Oh yeah?” she bit her bottom lip.
Without hesitation, I cupped her cheek and went for her mouth. She moaned as I licked the seam of her lips, and then she opened for me. It wasn’t easy to maneuver, considering the surface we were sitting on wasn’t flat and had a ridge in the middle. That didn’t stop me from leaning her back and nibbling her bottom lip before going in for more with my tongue. Her fingers gripped my ass, pulling our centers together, as we faced each other, and she rubbed herself on me.
“Want to know a fantasy of mine?” Sarah asked against my lips.
“Always.”
“Fuck me right here.”
I leaned my head back and looked down into her eyes. “Are you sure?”
“No one is around.”
“Then take off your shorts.” I hopped off the Jeep, went back to where my suitcase was, and grabbed a condom. Sarah was stripping out of her jean shorts as I came back around, and at the sight of her bare ass, my dick hardened so I quickly went to work on my cargo shorts. “How does your fantasy play out?”
“With me on top.”
I groaned at the thought and, keeping my shorts on, I hopped back onto the hood of the Jeep. I wouldn’t have minded bending her over the front of the vehicle and taking her from behind but if she wanted to ride me, I was all for it.
Laying in the center of the roof’s ridge, which was wide enough for my torso, I bent my legs and rested my feet on the front bumper for support. Pulling my cock out, I sheathed myself with the latex, and Sarah hoisted herself onto the car. She straddled my hips, and without a care in the world, she sank onto me. My hands went to her waist, hers braced on my chest, and she slid up and down my shaft.
With the sun falling behind the red rock over her shoulder, I lost myself in the moment. Another car could have pulled up and I wouldn’t have cared. All I saw was Sarah and how the pink and purple sky accented her beauty. I didn’t know how it was possible but circumstances were lining up for us to be together, and I was going to do my damndest to find a place in Las Vegas for Club 24 because I was falling for her.
“It’s mine too,” I admitted as I stared up at her.
“Yours too?” she asked, breathless.
“Sunsets. They’re now my favorite color.”
16
Sarah
The last timeI had a man in my bed, it had been my husband. The man I thought I was going to have babies with and grow old with while we enjoyed our house full of dogs and cats. Now I lay next to a new man, no animals running around, and no house—just an apartment.
When I was married, Trey and I lived in a four-bedroom house in Henderson withhischocolate lab, Brooklyn. He’d gotten the dog when we were still attending Cornell. Since it was technically his dog, I let him have her during the divorce. It had been hard because I’d grown used to waking up in the morning to her wagging tail as she begged for food before I brewed my first cup of coffee. We had been cuddle buddies while I watched 80s rom-coms movies like I had frequently done with Aunt Deb during my summers with her. And while I was over Trey and the pain he’d caused me, I missed Brooklyn terribly.
“Are you ready to go be the tourist you are?” I asked as I nuzzled closer to Blake’s warm naked body post multiple morning orgasms.
“Or we can stay in bed all day instead.” He rolled me so he was on top of me, his cock hardening against my bare thigh.
